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?))
Example: *Ingolf looked to an apple and starts talking. "I.. I uhm, well it's a big story from where I am. When I was a youngling arround the age of 7 there was a war in my kingdom, I lived in a small but important town. Troops came storming trough our walls and I saw my father die in front of me, my mother gave me his favorite red scarf and she pushed me away and said 'Run Ingolf...'. I looked for one last time in her bright yellow eyes and started running. Since then I am running from kingdom to kingdom and from town to town. But The last 3 hours.. I think atleast something of that. I was running from some barbarick dwarfs but I outran them and came here." *Ingolf then sligly puffs a bit of air and then saw some weird dwarfs trough a little hole in the tent. "Uh! I see the dwarfs..." *The woman took a sword and a weird potion and said "Run Ingolf....". *From that moment Ingolf started running again like he was doing his past 22 years.
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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