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?))
"Uh, me not know how me end up here," he grumbled, scratching his head with a massive hand. His battle axe clinks against the makeshift chair as you settle into it. He looks around the tent and looks back at the old hag.
"Drutha just find swamp. No plan, just swamp," he continued, scratching his head with a massive hand. "Now me sit. You say you expect me, why?" His gaze pierces through the dimness, searching for answers in the hag's cloudy eyes.
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