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?))
"W-well.., I- uhm, see.." kyrie stuttered, rubbing the back of her neck. She looks down then back up at the hag. "I'm a medic...i came from down south..some one called me over to the west to be treated.." she mumbled out, rubbing her arm, and looking to the side slightly.
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