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?))
Example: "Who are you", Yorik says uneasily. Slowly backing away not sure whether she is ally or foe! With his hand near his dagger he approaches the old Women. "How do you know who I am, I have never been here before" he says still uneasy about this whole scenario. She lets out this horrid laugh as she stands from her small table, still gesturing at the cushion on the ground. Sitting Yorik keeps his hand on his dagger as he stares into the Hags eyes "Alright, I'm looking for someone" he says as a big evil grin comes over the hags face. He watches as her hand slowly covers the flame of the small candle in the middle of the table, he stands quickly as the flame is distinguished. "You" says Yorik who unsheathes his dagger in rage!
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