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?))
Example:
Carmelo does not answer right away. The silence feels deep. When he finally speaks, his voice reveals wisdow, from someone who dreams of being forgotten.
-"Everything I was... passed, all those medals didn't mean anything, it was just garbage,
I buried victories beside the dead they cost." She looks shocked, realizing the man she once knew is no longer there.
"Ask me who I am now. The rest is dust.
I live in the monastery, I have for a few years now,
After I fought to help the crown, they turned their backs on the people that sacrificed their lives. All those medals and gifts they gave me are just... garbage, filled with the blood of comrades who never had the opportunity to return home. I left it all behind, because I can't carry what they call "honor", I call it weight."
