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    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?)) Lyrath shambled through the entrance of the tent, fixing his hair away from his eyes as his attention fixated quietly on the floating candles. His focus returned to him as his ear flickered hearing the woman speak, properly turning his head to face her and slowly bringing himself to follow her direction. "Right-" he said affirmingly while taking a seat and gazing blankly over the hag before speaking his 'story'. "Long as I've remembered, I grew up on a farm owned by my 'Pa'. He was a good man, sheltering myself and others from the realm.. often regaling us with stories of the world we had yet to see." His eyes narrowed on the floor for a moment before his features relaxed once more, "I was the night watch, and a helping hand. The others say I kept to myself but, I've never felt that was the case. It was something about the sheer abundance of the night sky that brought me comfort or a sense of 'company', and the moon's light to me has always felt like a tangible presence." He paused on his words, speaking in a calm tone and continuing his story carefully. "When 'Pa' had passed, the others fled in droves. I stayed behind.. the farm had long gone, but I was uncertain and content with what little I had come to know." He locked his fingers together as his hands sat firmly in his lap, gleaming forward blankly in thought as he spoke his next words faintly and with expectations of being judged. "One night, I swear to this day that the gaze of the Moon became one of judgement. Disappointment at my inaction, it was then that I decided to leave that place, since beginning my travels that feeling of judgement from the moonlight has disappeared, but I honestly couldn't tell you what brought me here.. I'm hoping you could tell me."
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