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?))
"Oh almost didn't see you there." Mike tries to smile but it looks more like an attempt to scare the lady then a freindly gesture. "Well you know just wandering around just like I always do." Mike takes a look around the tent and then looks back at the lady. "I'm traveling the world you see? After my dad kicked me out the restaurant for my akward way of talking to people, which might I add is comepletely unjustified, I practically had no other choice but to wander aimlessly." Mike stops talking abruptly and takes another look around the tent. He comes closer to the old lady and whispers: "But not only am I traveling the world I'm also trying to deliver packages. Food truly is not cheap like it used to be." Mikes stomach growls loudly as he attempts to talk more about his travels. Mike cuts himself of and looks at the lady with begging eyes. "Say you wouldn't wanna spare a bite for a friend would you?"

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