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?))
"Finally, *Hokgrom says while exhaling a sigh of relief* I have found my way to this new land of yours. I think this is where my new journey is going to begin."
"I have been trudging my way through the snowy mountains of the north for so long I think that I am ready to.... wait,*Hokgrom turns to face the old hag* expecting me?"
"How did you know that I was coming this direction? Anyways, to be honest it doesn't bother me one bit *Hokgrom says while wiping the sweat from his brow* Weird coincidences have been like this have plagued me throughout my entire life. This is the reason that I let my homeland in the first place. But I think that I am ready to start a new, to spread my wings if you will *chuckling*."
"I think that is all that you are going to need to know for now, I'm assuming that I will be talking to you soon *Hokgrom says while getting up from his seat*"
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