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! And I was worried I had the wrong place!" He jokingly says before sitting down. "Anyways, my name's Grimm. I'm another traveler trying to live a nice and peaceful life where I can, and attempting to make some friends along the way, if possible. Maybe I'll even be able to learn some magic!.. hopefully." Looking down, he mutters under his breath, "and maybe set up a little place for myself among all this chaos.." He then suddenly looks up, and asks the old lady, "Is there anything else you'd want to know? I thought there might have been more to it from how urgent it seemed from the messenger.."
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