Intlucifer

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?))

I cautiously take a seat on the offered cushion and look at the old hag. The atmosphere inside the tent feels eerie yet strangely comforting, like a safe haven amidst the desolate swampy town. I decide to share my story with her.

"I've been traveling for a while now, and I stumbled upon this town by chance," I begin. "It's unlike any place I've been before. The smell, the shacks, the dimness - it all feels mysterious and foreboding. I'm not sure what brought me here, but I couldn't help but be drawn to this tent with the floating candles."

I glance around, the flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the tent's walls. "As for why you've been expecting me, that's a mystery to me as well. I didn't know anyone here. Maybe you could shed some light on this strange feeling?"