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?))
Example: “Oh, greetings!” He’d say, looking down at the witch. “I’m not from around these parts, but I’m still no stranger. I’m travelled through this town many times a year. You see, I’m a traveling merchant, seeking buyers for my wares!” He’d say as he would pull a pouch of what looked like golden watches from his pocket. About 15 minutes would go by before he would go to exit the hut, flipping a small golden coin in his hand as he had yet again sold one of his products
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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