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?))
When I was still a child, one cold autumn evening, a fire broke out on our farm. My parents, Maria and Johann, tried in vain to extinguish the flames. That night, I lost not only my home but also my parents.
A friendly neighboring family took me in and gave me a new home. Yet, the loss weighed heavily on me. I swore to myself that one day, I would rebuild my family's farm in a new City and preserve my parents' legacy.
Today, at 18, I work hard and learn everything I can about farming and animal husbandry from the villagers. The memories of my parents give me the strength to keep pursuing my dream. I want to bring the farm back to life and prove that out of the ashes of tragedy, new life can emerge. The path is difficult, but I am ready to walk it—for my parents and for the future I want to build.
After Lutz told the Woman her Story she gives him the directions to a City where I could start my new Farm.
