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: "... Expecting.. Me? That's uh, odd. I don't know you.. Wait.."
*Cyanide looks at the old lady in suspicion, wondering what she means by 'expecting me'. He sat down on the cushion, an eyebrow raised.*
"Well..."
Character Name: Cyanide
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 21
Physical Description: Cyan blue hair, a sword on their back, red shoes, black shirt with leather strap holding said sword, white, cyan eyes, roughed up
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