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.”
" Oh uh not sure who you are but ok I'm not sure you know my name but it is Mel and my story... "- the young Mel would look at the old hag and looking a bit uncomfortable but still determined to say something - " Oh right my story so I am a young traveller who left my town just a month ago and I am travelling to find friends and adventure but... I honestly left my home town because of... lets just say abusive house hold ok... " - They would look a bit thinkative wondering what they could have changed about everything really - " well I am from Celia'Nor tho in a poor area to say the least but i was happy there heh... " - they would give out a small laugh then sigh - " It was good there even with my parents I still had fun with some friends in there we used to play together... Well that was nice but still growing up with my parents was hard man... if I did anything wrong welp I guess thats like a week without food... to not really go into a lot of details because I dont really want to think a lot about it.. " - they would say a bit uncomfortable and nervous but they would then give a small laugh - " But yeah thats my story I guess.. "
