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?))
Zayn sat on the cushion and started,
"I grew up in a small village, dreaming of becoming a hero like the ones from the stories I heard. Life was simple, but I wanted more. So, I left my village, hoping to find someone who could help me unlock my potential. That's what brought me here."
The old hag nodded,
"Chasing greatness, are you? Power comes at a cost, you know. Are you ready for that?"
Zayn nodded, determination in his eyes. She smiled,
"Alright then, let's begin."
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