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?))
"Well..I am in search of a greater destiny. I do not wish to be hidden away from others any longer. I want something more than that. I feel..like I have a purpose, I'm just..not sure what that is yet." She stares at the woman with determinationi im her eyes.
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