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?))
"Just passing through, ma'am," I replied, a mischievous twinkle in my eyes. "But it seems you were expecting me." I took a step forward, my posture radiating confidence as I gracefully settled onto the cushion she gestured towards. Leaning back, crossing my legs in a relaxed manner, I couldn't help but wear a playful grin. "Now, as for my story; I was forced to move away from my faraway homeland of suitica that had lots of political unrest and war for a period of time. Ever since young i have always been coping with the truama from the wars by being very jovial to my younger siblings that i had to take care of as both my parents died during the war I eventually found my way here into this small lovely town.
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