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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))

"Uh well i'm from the kingdom of Norland, I just turned 18 years old but alas i'm out here not by my own willingness. My father disowned me, said that I "lacked discipline" and so he sent me out here to fend for myself..." He would slump back a little reflecting on the actions that lead him on this path. He would then focus his attention back on the old woman. " My mother recently passed away from the Bubonic plague they said that she was most likely infected by a flea while in the fields behind our house". He would fidget with his hands as he spoke. His words would flow out the water as he was never asked to share his life story before, he never thought someone would care to know. " My childhood was great, going to festivals and watching brawls with them, mother teaching me archery preparing me for my first bow, even father passing down his sword to me at a young age" he would smile slightly at all the good memories flooding through his head filling his heart with glee. Then the glee started to fade into sadness "but that all changed...father grew cold towards me after the funeral, then one day... he used that sword that once was a gift to me, "a right of passage to manhood" he said and swung down at me" He would touch his left eye showing a long scar that went from the top of his eyebrow to his cheek perfectly aligned with his nose."I wonder, i feel like he despises me...maybe because i look like mother and it reminds him of that sorrowful day, maybe giving me this scar was intentional so i wouldn't look so much like her" He would rub his arm humming in thought before shaking it off turning his attention back to the conversation. "Truly is a mystery don't you think?"