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?))
Alderak just stared at the old woman unsure of how to answer. Eventually, He replied, "I can't." The old woman, a bit confused by his answer, then asked, "You can't? What do you mean by that." she then began mumbling to herself. Alderak with a confused look, looked around at his surroundings, unsure why or where he was. He then looked back to the woman and said, "You said you were expecting me? Do I know you?" "Now stop right there." the woman replied. "Answer my question then maybe, I'll answer yours. Why exactly can you not tell me your story?" "I can't really remember. The only thing that comes to mind is sailing somewhere with my father, but then a storm had come from out of no where and the ship had capsized. Next thing I know I woke up on the shore and wandered around until I found this village." The old woman just simply stared, then said, "Well, to answer your question, no, you do not know me. But I knew your father, in fact, that was why I was expecting you, but you were supposed to arrive much earlier." she then motioned towards a pot of stew broiling over a small fire. "Here, why don't we continue our conversation over dinner? Do you like chicken stew?"
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