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 exclaimed "I Recognize you!!!". it must have been 50 years since I had last seen you. "you where the women who asked for my help all those years ago". the women stares at me wondering how I could look the same after 50 years. I sat there squirming uncomfortably as her gaze pernitrates my soul. I explain that I am not a human and have been exiled from the city of atlas roaming around the lands near by ever since. she sits back and relaxes a little bit. but her gaze still etches this burning sensation into my soul. I sat there telling her about some of my many adventures. after what felt like an eternity. she finally decided to tell me why she called for me. The neighboring kingdoms where at war and their little border village was right in between the two power houses. I sat and listened to her story and pondered weather I should get involved.....
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