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?))
I settle onto the cushion, the worn fabric comforting beneath my weight. The atmosphere inside the tent is damp and heavy, the scent of decaying leaves mingling with the smoke from the candles. I meet the old hag's gaze directly, her eyes sharp and discerning, and begin to speak openly.
"I've traveled far, guided by a need for understanding," I say, my voice steady and sincere. "Life has presented me with challenges and questions, and I've come to you in search of wisdom. There are aspects of the world and of myself that I struggle to comprehend. I seek your counsel to help me navigate the complexities of existence, to find meaning in the experiences that shape me."
I pause, allowing my words to hang in the air. "I don't come seeking grand prophecies or hidden truths. Instead, I seek practical guidance, grounded in your knowledge and experience. I believe that your insights can offer me valuable perspectives, shedding light on the dilemmas I face and the decisions I must make."
The hag's expression softens slightly as she listens. In the muted light of the candles, I wait for her response, my demeanor open and receptive, ready to absorb any wisdom she might share.
Weight: 165
Hair: Long Gray Hair
Skin: Dark Blue
Eye Color: Red
Outfits: Typically Light Leather Armor
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