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.”
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"OH MY GOODNESS," She yelped as she flopped onto the pillow. "You'd have not believed the troubles I've gone through to get here! You got any juice? Am quite parched, I am." She said as she was holding her throat tightly. "Back home I always dreamed of coming here one day but never did I think it would come." As she was smiling, slowly tears started falling down her cold, dry face. "You'll have to excuse my emotions, they are up and down these days since dear Mother left me and Humbert due to my poor habits of cleanliness. Me an' Humbert always stuck together, though my stench was too far too take some days." She gasped, recalling the things her mother used to call her. "Oh my golly, some dreary days.. though, them cute couple in Urguan sure was nice. 'Till good brother Humbert went and dipped 'is fingies in the 'cookie jar', oh yes, but t'was gold, not cookies!" As the tears began to fall further, she wiped at them with a dirty rag. "Oh, shiver me cold, it's been the woods since then. Humbert an' I are lucky I'm a good shot..! Otherwise, our pick-pocketing wouldn' be 'nuff to feed my belly.. I mean, our bellies." Her stomach groaned, echoing within the tent. "Er.. If ye'd been expectin' me, say, you got any grub to spare too?"
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