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 accept her offer and sit. "my story.... I am not sure where to begin. I'm not sure I even know who I am." I say confused. I cant remember anything from before I walked into this town. When I try to remember anything that happened, even just yesterday, I get a piercing migraine. "I cant remember anything at all." I tell her. "I think my name is Fae, but that is all I can say."
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