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?))
"Why are you asking me to sit? I could kill you if i so wished" i slowly approach her. "You could, but then you wouldn't know why you carry that ring?" she replied. "What would you know about my ring?" i responded. "More than you could ever understand Delkhren Nalsek"
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