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.”
"well... i.. come from a town far away.." she says while walking over to the cushion. "it is really beautiful, tho i dont remember where it is" she says looking down. "all i had or, have is my animals and my little farm, where i grew food for the town" she says while smiling. "my life is not that exiting, but i like it. I also used to help clean up the town if we had any monsters lurking around. That is maybe the most interesting i have done," "But.. after a while it gets quite boring doing the same thing everyday, i wanted to start fresh so i hope moving away will help, try out new things"
