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?))
"Err.. alright, " *He cautiously sit down watching the old woman's movements.* "My story is nothing special, I'm just any ol' wanderer walking around doing odd jobs so I don't starve to death, the reason I've entered your tent is because I'm running low on rations, and if you may spare me even a morsel I could assist you in an odd job. *He stares at the old lady with a pondering look for a second before his face lights up.* "Oh! Also, could you point me in the direction to the nearest city?"
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