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?))
"Indeed, it seems fate's intricate web has guided my steps to this... quaint abode," their voice smooth and measured, tinged with a subtle accent that sings of ancient forests and starlit skies. Gracefully moving towards the cushion they sat with an effortless poise that belies their discomfort in such a rudimentary setting.
"I hail from a distant realms, where the trees whisper ancient secrets and the stars guide our destinies. I doubt you would be able to comprehend its grandeur. My journey here is one of necessity, not choice. Dark omens have stirred the winds of magic, and whispers of an impending doom reach even the most secluded corners of our world. It is in search of answers, and perhaps allies, that I find myself in this... uniquely fragrant town."
Their gaze, sharp and discerning, meets the old hag's eyes. "You say you have been expecting me. Then you know already that my story is not just my own, but a tapestry woven with the threads of many fates. I seek knowledge, wisdom that transcends the boundaries of our realms. What insights do you hold, wise one? What pieces do you add to this puzzle that is both mine and the world's?"
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