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?))
the man staring for a brief moment at the old hag with a emotionless face. looking around the room, then calmly walking to the cushion after looking at it briefly " my apologies as i was taken aback for what you said." he stares at the old hag with a stern face while poking at the pillow then calmly sitting down on it as he looks at the old hag calmly asking "you said you were expecting me as if anyone would know why i would be here since i did not inform anyone of where i was traveling" he looks around the room then back to the old hag "but sure... i will indulge you with this story of mine old hag..."
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