Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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.”
Caspian, having been looking down at the muddy gravel beneath their feet, glances up with trepidation. "Oh- are you the witch doctor?" They sit down at the cushion, ignoring the small holes with cotton sticking out of them. "I came for an illness that's been plaguing me. No doctors of science have been able to diagnose me. They say it's stress, but I've been having strange pains in my limbs. I'd like a look over, please. I have plenty of money to pay your price."
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