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?))
In a quiet cove nestled amidst rolling hills and the gentle crashing of waves against the shore, resided a young fisherman named Azlyn. From a tender age, he had sailed the azure waters alongside his grizzled father, casting his nets and hauling in the bounty of the sea. Azlyn possessed an unwavering spirit, a heart filled with both the salt of the ocean and the warmth of the sun. He dreams of being the best fisherman that's lived.
Weight: 180 lbs
Hair: Dark Brown
Eye color: Brown
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