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?))
*Koah begins by sitting down and adjusting his leather apron, trying to prevent things from falling from the pockets on his chest* "You've been expecting me?" *He'd nod* "I assume you've looked at the letter I sent ahead." *He'd smile* "My name's Koah, though most people call me Carrot." *He'd chuckle* "I'm a inventor. How about yourself?" *he'd wait patiently for the woman to respond*
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