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?))
"So- you've been expecting me hm? Well then..." *Fujita would walk over, dusting the cushion as he mutters to himself before sitting upon the cushion* "To start off, my name is Fujita yet, my friends call me Fuji. And I suppose, if you'd like to hear my story I suppose we must start from the very beginning" *He'd say as he cleared his throat before saying* "Since I was a boy, my parents had the highest expectations of me, I am an only child and it seemed like at the focus was centered on me becoming the best of martial arts while learning the mystic arts of the land. Mind you," *He'd chuckle* "my father was a martial artist and often won tournaments and my mother often took care of finances, taught me how to use a bow growing up. They made me do all sorts of bow demonstrations with my dad making me fight in tournaments." *He'd say as he'd sigh, not knowing if the hag was listening he'd just keep on yapping* "This pretty much went on for a while where on the weekends, I had my friends I'd train with and I'd get into a bit of trouble here and there for... drinking sake and coming home red faced, maybe- oh I don't know, egg some idiots house" *Fujita would say as he snickered, thinking back to his childhood and teen years* "Yeah... those were the days, now- since I went on a massive losing streak and... actually fought drunk and... after an argument I was... told to leave until I found myself again or... something like. After wandering for a bit, I've met some people along the way and... I suppose found myself here" *Fujita would say shrugging, his eyeing scanning the room for a bottle of sake or rice wine* "You got anything to drink here?"
