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?))
Hesitating of that strange woman I look out to the swamp through a hole at the tent, the soft fog gathering around the half submerged trees remembers me to my mother, of home, things i didn't wanted to really remember "I'm from a town near a forest,my life was basically helping my family, friends, having a good life, even falling in love but I lost everything. Now that I'm alone i decided that i need to find my place, one legitimate to move forward and don't let my soul rot away" I say while looking at my feet. Playing anxious with my fingers lost in my mind I look at her "I just want to fell proud of myself, I'll just try to rebuild my shattered soul and live a worth living life" After those words I break eye contact and return my gaze to the floor, drawing a soft shy smile I say "That's it" looking at her again while smiling.
