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?))
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Torr stood, filling the air with silence for a moment. The hag's eyes met his. Reluctantly, he sat down. "You were expecting me." He asked though it sounded like a statement. "Mhmm" The hag replied. They sat in silence for a minute before Torr couldn't handle it anymore. He exhaled through his nose as if he smelled something disgusting. "I came here looking for something." "That is?" "A higher place in the world. I've been a poor boy all my life...A peasant. A farmer. I will take that no longer. I come looking for my cousin. He's a wanderer like I... I need his help."
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