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?))
*Marigold (Mari for short) grimaces at the thought of the world she left behind, and moves towards the cushion* " I'm seeking a new beginning. I've left home, away from a people that have no need of me." *Mari instinctively moves to cover her Seed Ilmyumier* " I never knew my parents, but I'll never forget the curse that they left me with. pale skin and blue gray eyes mark me as different wherever I went, forever on the outskirts." *Mari recovers after a bit of rest* " Perhaps with a fresh start, I might be able to escape my lineage and write a new story. *That* is what brings me to this dingy town."
