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.”
As I cautiously approach the cushion, I take a moment to gather my thoughts before speaking. "Thank you for receiving me," I begin respectfully. "My journey to this town is one born of necessity. I'm in search of answers about a mysterious legacy left to me by my ancestors. It's led me here, to this enigmatic place, and I believe you may hold the key to unraveling this mystery. Rumors of your wisdom and insight have traveled far, and I hope you can shed light on the secrets that have long eluded me." I settle onto the cushion, ready to delve into the details of my quest and eager to listen to any guidance the old hag might offer.
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