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?))
"My story? I'm not entirely sure... A few days ago, I awoke in a hut in the forest with a wizard looking over me. He asked me if I remembered anything, who I was, where I came from, and all I could remember was someone calling me 'Alora'. He told me the key to finding out who I am was to travel here..." I look around nervously. "It would seem as though you may have some of the answers I've been looking for if you've been expecting me. At the very least, you seem like you'd be able to send me further on my quest to find the missing pieces in my memory."
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