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.”
RESPONSE
He hummed at the old lady's request , coming around to sit on the small cushion that laid on the floor, he sighed and started to play with his hands "to be completely honest everything has gone to shambles after the incident 8 or so months ago...I use to live a calm life with my 3 other sibling, they look just like me and I adore them so after we got robbed of our free calm life we decided to run away and make a new...a better life somewhere else in the woods , in the fields we didn't care...we just wanted out of there. We would do anything to protect each other and if running away had to be how, we didn't mind . now we're here ,all together thankfully" he leaned back letting himself relax in the tent while he simply stared back at the older woman.
