Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
Ushryn backed away ever so slightly, feeling lightly uneasy, how did this woman know him? His head lowered to where the cushion she had offered him, hesitation clouded his mind for just a moment before agreeing, sitting himself down. "Have we...spoken before?" Ushryn's voice gave a gentle tone. "I don't believe we have ever met."

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