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?))
"well first off let me offer a greeting" she extends her hand for a handshake "my story is just beginning! Im currently traveling around trying to make friends" she twiddles her thumbs "i did some stupid stuff in my past, i love card games see and sometimes it'd be real easy to make some quick money from strangers. but i try to not do that anymore my thieving days are behind me! Id like to try my hand at magic one day i think its something i could help people with." She draws a deck of cards from her bag and fans them out "perhaps i can interest you in a quick game for fun?"
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