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?))
Thalen's eyes meet hers, studying them for a moment. His voice is low and silent, not far from a whisper. "I am a mere traveler; through caverns and forests I have walked.". He starts, his eyes darting around the tent's walls briefly before continuing. "My reason for being here is no concern of yours. My path has led me here same as you I presume. For my story however..." He pauses again, choosing his words carefully. "My name is Thalen, son of Eldor, I travel across the world seeking nor fame nor fortune, so tell me... old one, what truth lies in this place of rot and despair?"
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