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?))
Example: Nemerlis would analyze his surroundings, still in shock from his encounter. "Me and my friends were traveling and were attacked by wolves... I barely escaped, running for... I don't know how long... and now I'm here." Dazed and disorientated he has a hard time processing what had just happened to him. "Do I know you?" He looks at the old woman.
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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