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?))
"Good evening, madam. Thou art a wise woman, no?" He asks, sitting upon the cushioned gestured. "I am weary of great travel. Beyond all else, I am seeking to serve a good lord of benevolence. I failed my previous lord, and find thine-self here before you, in this town" He sighs gently and presents her with a tarnished silver coin, bearing the resemblance of some long-dead noble. "This has granted me passage across all lands. Deserts and jungle, plains and ocean- take this in thy hands. Thou art a wise woman, you may guide me"
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