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?))
"Oh, do you mean me?" she says sheepishly as she continues "Apologies if you were waiting long" she stutters, seeming a bit nervous as she then takes a seat. She then glances over to the old hag briefly making eye contact "I am looking for a missing friend of mine, as we have gotten separated..." she trails off.
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