Ingaraam

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?)) "My story, huh?" I look her in the eye, then smile . before talking again I take a deep breath "is there any story to be told from someone as young as me" old hag politly asks again "there must be some story behind you,are you seeking something perhaps" I look confused while answering "i dont even know myself" i look at my blade with sad expresion " i"ve been cast out from my previous post,now im wandering these lands pointlessly" old hag pours water for a young man and starts chukkling "Young man i can tell you were a guard from your clothing and sword." she puts her hand on his shoulder "just beacause you are no longer a guard doesnt mean you cant act like one, There is still many people who need help" old hag smiled at me her smile was warm it reminded me of my mother i stand up "you are right, Just beacause im no longer a guard doesnt mean i cant still protect people" i had a big smile in a hurry i start leaving i look back and she waved her hand saying goodbye, i stop and look at her and also wave back and countinued my journey