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?))
"Hello, my name is Vega, I am here to find the true meaning of life. (he would struggle to speak as the air reeks) I was recently removed from my home and am on the journey of redemption. (cough). So long story short my story is not a good one but a path for a better future.
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