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?))
Aesi looks around the inside of the old tent and then takes a step in, "I'll stand. Thank you though".
Their gaze is fixed on one of the candles, the flame seems to strike some fear into Aesi's eyes.
"If you think you are the first old witch to try and pull the 'I've been expecting you' trick on me, then you would be wrong."
Aesi's gaze sharpens as they look directly at the hag, their hand gripping an old tome.
"If you know me then you know why I am here, and if you know why I am here, then it would be best for you to tell me where I can find what I'm looking for."
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