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?))
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I take in my surroundings as the canvas of the tent shifts in the breeze. I seem weary, but I take a hesitant step towards the woman, slowly coming to sit on the cushion she gestured to. "I am, as we all are, seeking my fate," I say, making sure to look her in the eyes just like Paw taught me. I can almost see my reflection in the deep brown that looks back at me. "And what fate is that?" she questions, the fate of a cowarded boy who ran away, I want to say, but what comes out is a short "the fate of a man." She nods, "Many are."
