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?))
"Oh, I just uh... " Lumid stuttered, his muscles tensing as he glanced nervously between the old hag and the murky surroundings outside the tent. The air seemed to thicken with anticipation. each
moment stretching taut with uncertainty, until he found his voice once more.
"I seek answers" Lumud continued, his tone resolute despite the quiver in his voice. "Answers to questions that haunt me, that drive me forward into the unknown depths."
As the words hung in the air, Lumid felt a sense of relief wash over him, as if the weight of his burdens had been momentarily lifted. Yet, beneath the surface, he knew that his journey had only just begun.
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