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?))
Here is My story,
I was born in a small village, a poor Village, i grew up basically poor. My parents weren't around when I was born, so i never knew how to grow up, teach things to me, or show me the way in life. I had to do that all myself, I was practically homeschooled myself teaching myself everything i needed to know in life.
Then I decided to leave my Village and go exploring into the vast open world. There was some troubles on the way, like battles and a lot of robbers on the trails but nothing to bad but this Village is my start of my journey....
