Warrex098

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))

Example: "uuuhm...ok...sure" i begin to think to my past while slowly my head start to watch the floor "see...i am from a very far land...i am a son of 2 great worker and they passed to me this passion..." i watch my dirty hand, that made a lot of work for a lot of years. "but the work they loved...taked the life the loved. My mother died when I was 8, she was cooking for her boss...when all of a sudden she made a mistake and a fire begin to grow...my mom was a very good woman" i begin to relax my muscle face, as i'm begin to cry. "so she tried to save her boss who didn't believe her until the fire take all the house woth my mom's boss and...my mom too. My dad insted, died when i was 14...we were workin in cave, mining all day. One day, my dad forgot to take his torch...and the cave floor was impossible to see...but he didn't care and decided to go. He fall down from 5 m...he didn't make it. But i didn't care of all this, i continued to work...when one day i finally decided..." my face take a glorious aspect "that i want to be free, i didn't want to work for other, o want to work for me...to take food for me, kill for me and when the night i feel exhausted...i know that i did it for me...but i'm not happy...not yer, i want to achieve full freedom" i raise my head and watch the old hag in her eyes.