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?))
"I uh, was looking for an escape," I nervously reply. "I don't come from a particularly good place, y'know, I just kinda wanted to be somewhere different." I pan around my environment, the dirty townsfolk with a hope of a better future, aside interesting characters who I could tell have great stories waiting to be told. I look back at the lady and speak, "I'm no interest, I have had a typical life, but I feel it'll change with me here."
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