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 think carefully, for a moment - perhaps a little nervously. "I am just a poor traveller looking for a friendly face. I come from the outskirts of Siramenor, I've only led an average life." My eyes dart around the room. "I'm nothing, really - just looking for somewhere to settle!" I try for a friendly smile, however I fear it may have come across worried. I am scared, of course, I'm terrible at interacting with people (in no small thanks to my parents, for sheltering me from the outside world).
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