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?))
Quote"Oh!! uhh... hello. You scared me, but i just came from the town of morgen. Many steps of water and many dark days. Made my eyes see a town of Dim."
He looks around the tent--
Quote"Cold and dark, Path as dark as the woods of death. Light...Light from Heat guide my eyes and legs."
(or)
Quote"Oh, I just, uh…"
you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until his mind cleared and looked around for a weapon. He finds a knife and go back inside the tent and tell her.
Quote"came from town, across the river. Yep, across the river..."
He calms down a bit and take a look around for stuff he can take,
Quote"Im trying to find my lost bottle, its very valuable to me."
He looks at her and point my finger at her while stealing a random empty bottle off the floor,
Quote"I wont be telling a random creepy hag my life story"
He proceeds to walk out and run.
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