Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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 Name Marzuk, I Lived In Cave, But Cave Gone Now. " *slams table " WHY, Why Why " " We Attacked by HUMANS ! " He hides the scars and bruises that cover his wrinkled ugly face due to his shame and feel of dishonour. " I ran, i ran like a child running from bullies, i left my family, my home be destroyed and its all my fault." i tried to keep going, to keep fighting but i am weak. And that's why I'm here, i have nowhere else to run nowhere to hid, nobody to help me." a hint of relief exhales from his as he finally comes to terms with his situation while also being glad he told his story. " But this isnt the end of me. " *slams the door and leaves.
