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?))
Solomon looks at the old hag with a curious but stern gaze. He nods politely and sits on the cushion, crossing his legs. As he settles in, his leather boots make a soft thud against the ground.
He takes a deep breath, feeling the dampness of the tent permeate his clothes and causing him to shiver slightly. His gaze wanders around the dimly-lit space, taking in the various trinkets and charms that adorn the walls and ceiling.
"I am Solomon Lohengramm, from Reinmar," he introduces himself confidently, his voice carrying a subtle edge of authority. "I used to serve under Duke Wilheim II of Reinmar as a warrior, but I have since left in pursuit of greater challenges and opportunities. As a scholar and strategist, I have traveled far and wide to learn from different cultures and expand my knowledge."
Solomon's jaw tightens slightly as he recalls the grueling journey that has brought him to this place. He feels a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face, causing him to furrow his brow in annoyance.
He pauses for a moment, studying the old hag's expression before continuing. "I am intrigued by your claim that you were expecting me. I am not one to believe in fate or premonitions, but I am open to the possibility of there being more to this encounter than mere chance. What did you mean by saying that you've been expecting me?"
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