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?))
Ker'kina panics and looks like he wants to escape, but then he calms down. The looks around with a broken leg and sighs. Ker'kina opens his mouth and starts to speak "My dad was killed, I have a broken leg and I don't know what to do." Ker'kina starts to cry. Then he speaks again "My dad was a merchant and one time he took me with him. But then bandits came. My dad told me to hide so I hid. They slaughtered my dad and stole all of my dads stuff. I started to run and fell from a cliff. I broke my leg and crawled here." I was exhausted.
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