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-, I- I uh.. um..." She stutters, trying to avert her gaze to anything but the old woman. "I- I don't recall ever meeting you..." She mutters, quickly glancing at the old woman and then looking down, slowly backing out of the tent. "Would you be so kind to e-enlighten me?" She asks.
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