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    _Sweeti_

    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?)) Example: The stingy smell of rotten wood and wet moss was not a to unfamiliar one, but still a hard smell to ignore. She'd glance around at the candles suspended in the air, in awe before looking towards the old lady at the back of the tent. "I have-" she was cut of by the old lady as she spoke. "You have..?" she'd hesitate for a moment before she sat down on the cushion. "My story?" she glanced towards the lady "There is not to much to know of it.." she paused, looking around the tent for a moment. "I grew up on a small farm with my two parents and a brother, the farm is located far away.. There was a lot of struggles, the biggest ones being able to make money of it and having enough food for the four of us." She was always thinking of her family, they meant the most to her in the whole world. "Even as a young girl I wanted to help, like helping my mother farming and baking.. or helping my father go hunt for food." She felt relaxed with this old lady, which was not normally so easy for her, growing up only being close to her family, being weary of strangers. "One day my father got sick and we were running low on food, I had watched him train my brother to hunt.. but he was never truly into it. Me on the other hand? I wanted to go hunting, I would practice in secret and then when our father got sick, my brother went out to hunt but came back with nothing." she'd chuckle as she thought back on the memories "My father turned to me and gave me a nod, apparently my pracitce had not been as secretly done as I though.. and so he let me go out hunting, and we had a feast that night!" she smiled, getting happier the more she thought of that day.
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