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?))
He stood calmly, however he seemed very threatening at the same time. He looked elegant, like the last place he was meant to be in was this dim swamp town. He didn't take notice of the lady for a few seconds, before finally turning around to look at her. His fair skin glimmered under the candles. "My story, you ask?" He spoke with a deep, soothing voice. He was silent for another moment, looking off in the direction as if reminiscing at the thought of his past. "I once had a family. However they betrayed me, dumping me and leaving me alone with the humans, where which I was raised. I never fit in, always being made fun of for my fair skin and long ears. I grew long sick of being treated this way, so I killed them with no remorse. Now I wander the world in search of something to rid me of my boredom."
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