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?))
"Almost seems like that is not necessary" I say while I aproxing to the cushion, to pass a hand over it to clean it "But I love talk about me"- Say while a little smile forms in my mouth, and finally sit at the cushion that looks more comfortable than it is, "Looks like you known my recent story, let me tell miss, that doesnt matter what did I do as a teenager, you know, loot the battlefields that I could in search of anything that I could sell, Im Bussines Man, and forced to beg until that kind man let me be his apprentice at that old bakery, I miss smell the dough at the morning and warm me at those colds afternoons with the old stone oven, thanks to that men no I dont need to fight to rat for a stole bread. Say with a smile in my mouth and looking up, like if I could see those good old days, to turn my face into a most severe expression-"I guess nothing is forever, now that old and abandoned bakery only waits for the moment when another brick fall, to finally be on ruins, I can blame anyone, a rat diseased that bite your master, but that damn wont visit me that night, all I had for a little vermin. Now I expend my time, trying to make some dishes and selling my bread to my only costumer, Sailen, I like the bakey but it fall a little short in my opinion. Say while I was searching for a little sadwich in my bag, to extend my man to offer to that mysterious lady. "Dont known if is necesary told you but, Stara Kuznia its my name, nice to meet you, and I like woodcarving
