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.” "Well it's nothing special Really." Penny sits down and sighs "I just came here to get away from my home town" she relaxes herself and gets comfortable "My mother was a librarian and my father was a baker. I grew up in a little village with my sister helping out in the bakery preparing bread and working hard to make ends meet" She smirks "I was such a little trickster back then. Playing childish pranks and lazed around, those were some good times." she giggles a bit and then her smile fades away "two years ago my sister ran away. I guess the work got to her or something but she left without saying a word. My parent didn't take it well and... things took quite a turn." She went silent and slowly started speaking again "I had enough. I was tired of the sadness, suffocation, and pain. A kind Eastern Farfolk offered me her clothing and I immediately took off with the crowd. So in away I ran too..." she spaced out, perhaps thinking about her sister but then immediately snaps out of it "Oh well! The past is the past. Besides I am here now and there is no point in thinking about such useless memories." She immediately stands up "It's best for me to take my leave but thank you for your time!"
