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.”
Vivenne looked around carefully, then sat down, her voice at a mere whisper. "I come to you for help." She hesitated, her voice as soft as a fall of snow. "I have a craving for knowledge, for information even the king would not possess." Her eyes locked with the old hag's, full of pleading, full of hope. Vivenne had lived her whole life being treated as a mere ornament, a trophy, with an education only on the ways of proper etiquette. But she was still a woman with a thirst for knowledge, a woman who didn't want to be confined within the castle walls.
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