Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
Example: Rigo would hesitate for a moment before awkwardly shuffling over and sitting on the cushion. He did his best to ignore the hag's eyes boring into him alongside the fetid odor which wafted through the tent. "I, uh..." He trailed off, his mind blanking from a mixture of exhaustion confusion. "What you are asking from me is fairly vague," he continued, looking up at the old hag. Rigo rubbed the back of his head, fingers grazing through his messy hair. "I guess you could say that I am lost," he admitted, a hint of sheepishness in his tone. "I've been searching a while for a nice spot to settle down in."
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