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: "I don't quite understand what's going on," as I say with uncertainty, "but to be blunt I've been traveling, trying to be free and explore the world!" I said with hope in my eyes. "But life has not been kind to me, as I can only hope to find salvation in whatever this new environment is."
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