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?))
"I come seeking knowledge and perhaps a bit of guidance," he replied, with his voice steady despite the unsettling atmosphere. Taking a seat on the offered cushion, he meets the old hag's gaze with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. "My name is Dr. Jonas, a humble healer from a distant village," he continued, with his tone respectful. "I've traveled far and wide, tending to the sick and injured, but there are mysteries yet unsolved in the realm of medicine. I've heard whispers of ancient remedies and forgotten cures that may lie hidden in these murky depths."
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