Arthur Wild West

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.” Arthur: *Arthur Sighs* Alright Alright, I was on my way to Haense to meet an old friend of mine who goes by the name Larry, we were friends since young but i moved to Norland, *Emotional Change in Speaking Volume* I was heartbroken... i promised to come back again, as i kept my promise 21 years later i loaded up my wooden cart and made my way powered by 2 horses, I was almost halfway there but then.. lets just say. "Arthur Sighs" i broke the god damnn wheel *Arthur stomps his foot on the ground*. Then i continued my path on foot not knowing all the drama what will come with it, i lost kind of my way and i just walked for days and days till they became weeks and *Arthur Sighs* i was almost giving up on my self till i stuttered upon this Town. (The cart when the story started, for a clearer image of the story)