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?)) "I got tired of my family's profession, blacksmithing, and I went exploring to make my own life," he says with a cheerful and sweet face.
Despite wearing a cheerful face, his looks around very carefully and acts cautiously,his continues to tell his story. "I was born in a poor village, the only feature of our village was blacksmithing, and my family was an extremely successful blacksmith".
His takes a deep breath and looks away with longing eyes,"But I didn't want to become a blacksmith, my parents couldn't accept it at first, and they raised me violently. when I turned 15, I started to oppose them, and now they have accepted it. They regretted what they did to me and always apologized, when I turned 19, I left there, my family and I were fine now, but I went out to find my own way, I Decamped for a long time, lived in other places, gained experience, and finally came here."
