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?))
Esden bows his head gently and smiles at the crone.
"I've come from my remote encampment in the forest in search of creatures unique to the area. Fascinated by all sortsa beasties and beings. If it comes from the same earth as us, it deserves recognition. I want to learn all there is to learn during the droplet of time I have in the ocean of life."
Slightly grimy from his travels and treks, Esden exhales as he feels the stinging of his soles finally catch up after a long march through the forests. The weariness of the travel is only compounded by the damp lethargic setting.
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