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?))
the man dropped down onto the cushion, he looked exhausted and was soaked to the bone. "well not sure if im the right person, but i came to this land looking for my fortune as a sailor but so far ive found not but woe and strife. this dingy town is merely a resting point on my path to the nearest port city in search for work."
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