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?))
Johnny stared towards that hag, his gaze narrowed as he hesitantly walked closer towards her. "I do not recognize you, hag. But... If you insist..." And then, he began to tell her all about his story, sitting on that cushion that she gestured to, to make himself feel more comfortable despite the location that they are currently in.
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