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: Gerald would move to have a seat across from the woman, his mind too high in the clouds to account for caustion at her words. "Hello..?" He said almost questioning, "You have been expecting me well, I am Gerald." He paused to clear his throat, looking around the muggy room. "I really have no purpose in coming to this town, just in search of work and a place I can be loyal to. I have a sword to sell to a purpose. " He continued on pride filling his voice as he rambled. "And I am tired of eating wild berries off the roads." He smiled, not a true thought behind his eyes.
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