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:
Micah was utterly exhausted and he'd been silently hoping the tent was empty, but of course he had no such luck. With a hefty sigh, he slumped down onto the cushion and glanced briefly around the tent. ``````"I'm a Wanderer, i'm simply passing through. My Mother she was an elf," He pauses to gesture at his slightly pointed ears, before continuing, "she was a traveler too and my Father joined her after they met, I've been traveling all my life." he laughs fondly at some memory dragged to the front of his mind by the question before he continues speaking, "We were camping one night and we were raided by bandits... It was awful and I ran the second i saw the knives slit their throats. I didn't want to watch them die." Micah rubs at his eyes with one hand before muttering one last thing, "They were good people."
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