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?))
Abdi nods, his gaze shifting from the dimly lit surroundings to the mysterious old hag. He takes a cautious step forward, his voice steady but laced with curiosity. "I've heard whispers of this place, tales of secrets hidden in the shadows, and mysteries waiting to be unraveled. I've come seeking answers, seeking guidance, for there's something that tugs at my very soul. What can you tell me, wise one? How did you know I was coming?"
He lowers himself onto the cushion, still observing the hag with a mix of respect and anticipation. "My story is a long and winding one, filled with encounters and choices that have led me here. But it's the next chapter that concerns me most. What do you see in my path, and how can you help me find the answers I seek?"
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