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?))
“Ah, I am from faraway lands”, He Stand's up ''I do not know how I have fallen so low to be in your presence”, He look's judgmental towards hag and ask "where is my armor”, He gets frustrated “where is my brother,” He let out a long sigh and calmed down”but its time I take my leave, thankyou for taking care of me when I was asleep but now that I'm up I will take leave” He walks off, departing the hags hut
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