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.”
((How do you respond?))
At her words, I raise an eyebrow and flash a roguish smile.
"Expecting me? Well, that makes one of us! Usually, people only expect me when I owe them money."
Without hesitation, I drop onto the cushion with an exaggerated sigh, spreading my arms like I just flopped onto a feather bed.
"Oh, this is nice. Very homey. Love what you’ve done with the ominous lighting." I gesture at the candles. "So, tell me, do all your guests get the ‘I’ve been expecting you’ treatment, or am I just special?"
I lean forward, hands steepled, eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Now, as for my story… would you like the truth, the embellished version, or the one where I single-handedly saved a kingdom? I recommend the last one—really great plot twists."
My charm is in full force, but beneath the humor, I watch her closely, waiting to see how she reacts before deciding how much to play along.
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