Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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.”
Aristhea sat down on an old wooden chair near the hag.
-"When I woke up, I was not far from here, near the swamps. I don't remember my homeland. I feel a great emptiness in my heart, and all I know is that my name is Aristhea. My head hurts... And now I'm here." She clutched the fabric of her dress. "You said you were expecting me. So tell me... Is this where I was meant to be?" Aristhea asked confused.
-"This dim town?" The old hag laughed. "No! Embark on a further journey. You'll meet people along the way who will help you, people of your kind. I can't tell you anything more. Go now and don't bother me, for your own good..." Said the witch, handing the map to Aristhea and pointing to the exit from the tent.
-"Thank you. If this isn't my place, then I'll find the one that is." Aristhea stood up and headed towards the exit of the tent, knowing that she would learn nothing more here.
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