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    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.” Jinri quickly finds her way to the cushion and falls into a criss-cross sitting position, "Ello, am Jinri." She says with a thick accented and cheery voice, and gives a wave. She pauses, thinking that would be a good enough introduction but after she notices the long stretch of silence she starts talking again. "Um, okay, right, my story..." saying more to herself than to the strange old lady. "Well whare does one begin? I guess it star'ed as me as a wee baby" With a smile she cradles an imaginary baby. "Was a quiet lil' life, 'till my mum left a few 'ears back" Jinri explains this while acting it out with her fingers, having two fingers walk along her arm. "Then t'was a lil' rough, wit' my pops gettin' killed and all t'at." She was still smiling but her usual bright and glowing eyes seemed to dull with fury for just a second before she blinked it away and continued on, "But! I now go on adventures w'enever I wants! An' I gets to find pretty thin's like, oh oh 'old on!" She exclaims, talking a bit too fast as she fumbles to get some unique colored rocks and gems from her pouch, "Lookie t'is!" Holding up a magma colored crystal, a color that reminds Jinri of her mother's eyes, "I gots t'is one while I was--" Coming to an abrupt stop, Jinri looks almost embarrassed and rolls her head and eyes to the side as she says a bit slower, "O' man, am talkin' too much again, aren' I? Mums always told me nots to talk too much, sorry 'bout that Miss... wait, w'o ar' ya again?" Looking confused and pretending not to eye the cool colored rock lying amongst the hag's things.
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