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?))
"Oh, where do I start? In short, I have travelled far to arrive at a place I can call home. Not everything went well in my former "local". I lost many things, friends, family,... myself. Unfortunately, I do not yet know what this "home" may look like and what awaits me there, but I am convinced that I will find it.
Ah yes and anyway... why do you know me?".
He looks at the lady with a questionable but at the same time sinister look and get ready to stand up.
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