TheCowWithKnees

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?)) Flynns eyes glance around the tent at a nervous pace quickly focusing on the old stranger, after a moment of hesitation he sit down onto the moldy brown pillow and begins his story "When I was younger I lived on a farm in the kingdom of Balian with my older brother Stan(dydydumb on discord), our mother and father. I admit I didn't help out as much as I should've on the farm but it was allot of work." he lets out a slight nervous chuckle"... anyways where was I? One day during the Novellen Civil War me and my brother were out playing with the other children in the slums against our parents wishes." he lets out a sigh, his eye contact shifting away from the old women, seemingly somewhat upset. "Upon returning home our parents were missing, well I say missing but Stan says its better if I just admit they are probably dead by now." tears start to form in Flynns eyes but he quickly brushes them away before continuing on with his story " Me and Stan eventually got pushed out of the kingdom with the rest of the people we knew and loved... we have been travelling since then looking for a spot to settle down and start another farm, a new life and a fresh start"