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 must admit, I didn't expect to be recognized," Kazuto reply, my voice steady despite the unsettling atmosphere. "My journey brought me to this town, but I had no foreknowledge of meeting you. How did you come to expect me, and what do you know of my story?" Kazuto ask, trying to maintain a sense of composure as I wonder about the mysterious encounter.
"I come from a distant Farfolk Village , a place renowned for its swordmasters and martial traditions. Were I was raised in a secluded, monastic community dedicated to the art of the blade. From a young age, they showed an exceptional talent for swordplay, and their training was rigorous and unrelenting. However, I was not content to remain within the confines of the monastery. I possessed an insatiable wanderlust that drove them to explore the world beyond their homeland. They left the monastery in pursuit of adventure and self-discovery, taking their finely honed sword skills with them. During their travels, I encountered various challenges, from bandits and monsters to political intrigue and ancient mysteries. Along the way, they've crossed paths with people in need, and their strong sense of justice and the desire to protect the innocent has led them to intervene in countless conflicts"
Kazuto would look like he could go on and on about his story before that he'd look at the hag stopping at the last part of his story
