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.”
"I was on a quest with my companions. After escaping evil through the mountains, a storm appeared and a branch flying back knocked me off. Wh-where am I? Where are my companions?"
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"I am from an island that does not exist anymore, the rest of our people that escaped settled in new lands and lived in peace until evil rose up. I volunteered with a group of adventurers to fight and defeat it"
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"I must go back to my companions, do you know where they are? I would be very grateful if you knew where they are. I am but a simple man who wants to go back home, I beg of you. My land is dying, constant attacks by creature and my people are fading. Please."
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