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?))
"It was a hard journey getting here; I didn't know if I would make it," said Stephano. Stephano sighed as he went to sit on the cushion. "I am surprised you could recognize me with all this dirt and grime on my face. Do you have anything to drink?" the Hag poured a murky liquid as Stephano continued to speak: "I originally had a horse, but two nights ago, bandits stole it. I didn't realize how bad the crime has gotten in this area since the warden has fallen, but that is why I am here right? You have a new warden in mind right Matlida?"
Matilda closed the curtain at the entrance to the tent and begin to speak in a hushed tone...
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