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! Ahem. I suppose, ah, things got a bit out of hand..." I glance around the hut once more, nose wrinkling slightly. I fidget with my hands. "You see, I like to learn new things and ah--read a lot. I spent a lot of time at home, as you might expect. My parents didn't really want me leaving the house anyway." I laugh awkwardly. "I--well, as I said, things may have gotten out of hand, I'm still not quite sure how I ended up here, but all I wanted was to see the world for myself..." I study her for a moment. "Do you--do you know magic? I've always been fascinated with it, but I never could convince my parents to find me a teacher."
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