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?))
My story? Well, when I was young I was a pretty big kid, as in fat... I was bullied and found that what stopped peoples voices from getting to me was music. So since then my main passion has been music. But as a Highlander we have lots of other things to worry about, I digress you asked about my story not the story of my people. Basically I lost lots of my weight over time with my funds being stretched so thin as all I do is travel. Not the best money making strategy. But now I'm happy with who I am and how I look, but the love of music I don't think will ever pass my mind. But I'm here looking too settle down I've been exploring and looking for a Woman and a spot for my own family I hope to create./
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