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! my apologies! i did not mean to interr..." I freeze "e-expecting me?" A cold sweat runs on my cheek, but i sit down anyways, fearing what could be done to me if i show rudeness "my story?.. w-well, i am but a humble halfling! i felt the need to travel around, meet new people and find interesting places, new dishes and recipes i could bring back home" i start rambling, grabbing my coat to find some comfort in the strange situation i'm in. "th-the name is Rickiel by the way, ma'am, at your service. Uhm, and, i do not mean to sound rude, my lady but.. who are you? h-how do you know my face?"
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