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 uhm, ok?" They come forward a bit and sits on the cushion. How did this old lady know who they are? They think to themself. "My story isn't that interesting cause i think i got amnesia or something like that, but ill tell you what i know. " They pause before starting back up again. My name is Swami, though you might already know that. I guess i should start from the oldest thing i can remember. I woke up in a forest, i believe it was around the beginning of winter because some of the trees still had red and orange leaves and it was starting to snow a bit. I don't remember anything before waking up except my name and a few very foggy memories. I did find that i had a backpack and a hatchet with me. Which was really handy cause i was hungry and the pack had some food. Because it had just started snowing i used the hatchet to make a small shelter. I lived in that little shelter expanding it, making it better and stuff for about a month. But you know, i got a bit lonely and i wanted to see stuff beyond the woods i had explored so i packed up what i needed and left. I've just kind of been wandering since." They stop and let out a sigh. "Like I said not very interesting. But you seem like you know who i am! You said you were expecting me."
The old hag chuckles, "Ha ha, no i don't know who you are. A very interesting story, I hope it has the ending you desire."
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