Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
(I'm going to make this in 3rd person)
Brekt raises an eyebrow in confusion and curiosity, and sits down in the cushion the old hag gestures at. "Right... expecting me. I don't even know who you are, but I'll bite. My name's Brekt. Just a traveling goblin, just like any goblin in this world..." Brekt's eyebrows sharpen in thought. "At least I think. Don't know much about my own kind, crazy right? Ha." He smiles warmly. "Anyways, I eat, I sleep, all the normal things. But overtime, maybe I'll become more than that. Like what if I become a thief and steal from a huge castle?! That sounds fun." He nods multiple times.
The old hag laughs. "Yes, yes, maybe. I hope to see your journey progress, young Brekt."
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