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?))
Example: A second after hearing this question, the scene of her successful escape of a human kidnapper appears behind her eyes. ”I don't remember much about my past” the harmt of a burning candle heat up her cheeks ”A while ago, a man I used to trust bring me to his kingdom, he erased my oldest memories, but i've always had the feeling something was wrong” She captured an old bookshelf in the shadows of the tent that triggers her ”With the help of a trusted one, I've read all the spell books my mind could support, and now I am wandering, and running away, trying to find my way home”.
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