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    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?)) "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until..... you quietly udder the word "alright." Having no idea what she is referring to, but evidently, garner enough respect for the elderly, from your early age in life, that you decide to entertain her request. "My story-huh?", you say in anguish. You exclaim, "You're rather fortunate to share the look and feel of my now-late grandmother, so out of her own kindness and respect I'll endure telling you the tale that is my story." Your eyes now glance looking straight at her revealing her happy smile and charismatic demeanor. Sadly, you speak "I was born into a lower class family in a town only known as 'The City of Spires.' Where rain, theft, corruption and misfortune where the norm. Already at birth, I was the uncordial, mishap of an adultery between a noble and one of his many maids working for him." Takes a second to pause and ponder over the what to say next, as his eyes ponder around the room. Finally, you articulate "My father, soon afterwards fired my mother from her position as maid at his castle and abandoned me and my mother, forcing us to live jointly with my grandmother in my mother's side, of course." Calmly breathes before continuing "From there my mother found a new job, coal-mining, to help pay rent. But it left me alone begging for my mother, sometimes. Thankfully, my grandmother slowly became my parental figure in the next coming years of my childhood life and taught me as much as she could about life and survival. Until..." At this point, he's close to shedding tears and his eyes visibly look red, he shouts "UNTIL HE TOOK THEM AWAY FROM ME!!" Realizing that even his shouting is moving the very foundations of this small tent, he decides to clam down. Starts breathing heavily, and slowly. Before continuing "After years of having no contact with any of the upper classmen, my father orders for my immediate family, other than himself. To be tortured and killed for the 'sins' that we have committed. The only reason for why I'm even here, is because my grandmother forced me to run into the woods, alone, terrified for my own future.....three years later, after extensive training with a blade and a couple of run-in's with witch's, I was able to be a part of a small raid towards the settlement. On the way to the royal chambers I see the heads of my grandmother and mother. Shortly, there after I was able to get my revenge against my father." Starts to look up at the tent ceiling with optimism. "And now I wander around these lands hoping for a fresh new start." As he finishes, the old hag simply looks into his eyes and as she's smiling she says "What a wonderful tragic story."
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