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?))
Jayden walked through the gloomy town, looking around as he does so. He comes across the old hag and looks at her blannly before his lips part to speak "Who are you..?" he looks at the cushion the hag mentioned to before looking back at her"What makes you think i'll tell my story to someone i dont know. "He glares at the old hag as he spoke, no emotion laced into his voice.
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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