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?)) "Oh hello there, my story is nothing special" I say while moving to sit down on the cushion. "As long as I can remember I have been a fisherman, as my father before me, and his father before him" I look around the tent and continue; "My father raised me by himself after my mother died during childbirth, so I didn't know her sadly."
*cough* *cough*
"Sorry, are these scented candles? My throat is tickling quite a bit"
*loud cough*
"Sorry about that, where were I?... Oh right, my family has always been close, I used to help my grandmother with baking bread in the mornings and my grandfather taught my how to repair fishing nets and other handy things, while my father was out working"
*sigh*
"I do miss them, you know? But I had to find my own path in life, I couldn't stay there after what happened..."
After a few seconds of silence, it is broken by light rain tapping on the tent roof.
"Huh, the skies were clear when I arrived, how much time has passed already? Maybe I should get going"
I begin to get up from the cushion and brush off a bit of dust from my shirt.
"Thank you for listening, but now I must move on towards my destination, farewell and I wish you all the best" I say nodding towards the old hag.
I exit the tent, continuing my travels.
