Cakeeee

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.”
 

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With a slight glance towards the pillow, she breaks eye contact with the Old Hag and follows through to the pillow, remaining silent for a brief moment. "Oh, I wouldn't think I have much to offer to your wealth of knowledge". Elara gulps, scanning the tattered tent for any sign of help before returning her eyes towards the Hag. "Well-" She would pause in hopes for a moment of reassurance, but having been met with silence she continues "I always tended the crops, watered the troughs and fed the stock. It was only until one dimly light morning, where the sun barely rose over, that I begun to notice the stock slowly fell. One by one, each morning I found a corpse- scattered bones-." She'd pause again, taking a deep inhale "I need to know what it is that is happening. Perhaps, I do find more peace running through the familiar fields than these vast lands. But, I'd ought to know and It'd told you would share the answer that I hope to learn." She finally exhales, closing her eyes in slight relief, before once again returning eye contact to the Hag.