Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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.”
Patsy observes his immediate surroundings, before dragging a stool over and taking a seat. He removes his hat, hitting it to remove dust, before tucking it under his arm.
"I wasn't told it was you I was to be meeting, but you owe me. now -" Patsy leans forward, observing out the front of the tent before finishing his sentence; "I can't stay long, but you've to cough up what you owe me. What you have been owing me."
The hag wafts her hand at Patsy and snarls "Again, you bring this problem to my feet as if it was me who wanted this." The hag cackles before wiping snot from her protruding nose.
"You put a curse on me. But I went and did what you wanted. You said you'd fix it." Patsy begins to tear up, clutching at his chest. He is desperate.
The hag snickers, clutching at a small purse made from twine and hide; from it she takes a small glass jar containing some disgusting looking roots. She crawls over, places two of these roots in Patsy's hand before closing it on him. Patsy held a look of worry, but had no choice but to eat. He chewed on these disgusting roots, gagging, before inevitably swallowing them. He coughed, gasping for water; then looking to the hag before him. "Is that it? Will I get better now?"
The witch stares, before forming a crooked smile and a cackle. She snaps her fingers.
A flash of light obscures Patsy's vision, disorientating him. His thoughts are ragged from his head and thrown around, he feels as if he is floating through space.
A sharp headache worse than that of a hangover comes across the young man. He rubs his head as he opens his eyes, before stopping. He feels the cold hard floor beneath him.
He is back in that wretched dungeon again.
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