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?))
The young human was on edge as they crept through the unfamiliar town, hugging their shawl close, hands clasped around the edges to pull them even closer. Their eyes darted from side to side as they entered the tent... This WAS where they'd been meant to go, right?
"Well, there was a job.... offferrrr?" Their voice slowed, a quizzical- if not suspicious- brow raising as the woman inspected their face. Listening to her further words, they had a magnificently swift change of heart! "You know what, thank you kindly, but I don't. Really need the, money anyways, so." They backed out slowly, before spinning around and bolting back out the door. Too creepy, in too many ways.
"Thank-you-alright-BYEEE!" They shouted quickly, not waiting to hear the response from behind them, nor to catch their breath once til they were back out of the town.
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