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?))
Ondine looks at the old hag with pity & a subtle hint of disgust "My business is no concern for a frail old women" she said snarkily. "As for my story, one most own my respect and trust first. All you need to know is I am on the hunt. If you can help me with that, I may consider to share some of my story with you in return. But only then"
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