night breeze

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.” As I sit down I start to tell my story " I was raised in a poor family. my father was a farmer and my mother worked at the local tavern. I live in the barn sleeping on hay, every morning I would wake up and help my father on the farm and every night we would have dinner and repeat it everyday until I was 15, at that time I got a job at the blacksmith doing stuff like grabbing iron and getting molds ready for swords learning how to craft with iron I got paid with knowledge. this was until I was 18. I set off on a journey to find what my prepose in life is and that leads me to the time I arrived in a swampy town and sat down in a tattered tent and told my life story." I must be going now as I get up and leave the tent. writers note thank you very much for taking your time to read and review my application, have a great day. :)