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?))
An eye raises inquisitively. "You've been expecting me?" She says, something about this person threw her off, but also... "My story hmm? Well, my name is Sa'Akan. I first offer a contemplation. Is it better to start life surrounded by a home outside of your choosing, safe and secure in those you have always known? Or is it better instead to walk the earth as a vagabond, never truly safe, ever alone, but permitted to behold all of creation. I made my choice. Sometimes I wonder if it was right, but I still hold fast to my belief in it. I am a Traveler, walking the earth in search of a home." She lingers for a moment too long in her own thoughts, and nearly loses focus of the topic at hand. "I'll know it when I see it. Of that I am certain. And when I do, I will have the whole of my travels to reflect upon."
A small grin appears on her face. "It is better, to dwell not on what was. But linger in the now, for now is all that is certain." She would gesture towards the old crone, inviting her to speak. "What of yourself, how would you answer your own request?"
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