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?))
Raven was scratching his arm nervously while seeming to avoid eye contact with the hag. A slight fear of disappointing her with his words was inside him... his voice in a low but understandable tone would say "T-there's not much to tell...just...you see someone who feels like a burden in front of you..." ravensits on the cushion, careful not to... stain it or break it, just out of shame and fear that something bad might happen to it,He closed his eyes, thinking lightly as he arranged his legs...together near his chest and resting his chin on them "I was born...wrong. . .I don't know how to explain it...I was just born that way. . .No one had the courage to tell me growing up...I only heard it when my parents mentioned the people who abandoned me and why they did it...I always felt like a burden to them honestly...a mouth that ate their food..."His eyes, despite already being closed, showed a sadness in leaving his home...a mouth that slowly twisted downwards showing sadness...but then he opens his eyes looking at the hag "i just started my story...i want to prove despite...being "wrong". . .i can live i can do stuff!. ..maybe. . .one day I will ask your question to someone else in the future"He looked at the hag with a kind smile despite his sadness, staying in the tent for the rest of the night to talk to her...or even give her company or help...he didn't want to be someone else's burden anymore but rather...someone who did the same like his "parents" someone kind
