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?))
"Expecting me?" She'd say, placing a hand on her head, scratching it in confusion. "I feel flattered. My name is Yoona Zephrine. I came from the south as you can see, as my skin isn't as fair as others on this patch of land." Yoona continued talking as she'd let her arm down, moving over towards the cushion to take a seat. "I came here to find better land to set up farm again, considering my old one has been taken over by some pesky little pests which spread around the area." She sighs as she looked up at the old hag. "I have little idea on where to go, but at home they said that here would be perfect. And as your eyes wouldn't deceive you. I am here now."
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