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?))
"Well..." Aiwin walks over to the hag, quickly examining the rest of the tent along the way looking for traps. Aiwin takes a look at the cushion, noticing the moss and its unpleasant dampness. "I think I'll stand, thank you." Aiwin looks back at the hag, trying to discern any meaning from her facial expressions. "I suppose there's no problem with introducing myself, if this is a trap it's too hidden for me see. Anyhow, my name is Aiwin Aryyander, son of Aegnor Aryyander. I am the oldest of 7 siblings, 4 brothers, and 2 sisters. I enjoyed my adolescence, we lived on a decently sized farm pretty close to the city, it was peaceful then. When I was about 4 or 5, I was deemed to be intellectually gifted, so my parents decided to foster that by trying to teach me advanced concepts, before moving on to tutors, and finally sending me off to a university. I left home 8 years ago for my studies, however, when I returned my family was gone. I'm currently looking for siblings right now." Aiwin looks up at the hag trying to see if that last statement caused any noticeable reaction, when it doesn't Aiwin lets out a small sight "I didn't think you'd know anything, but the real question is how do you know who I am?"
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