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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: 

As he aproached the old lady, he started searching for a place to rest after all this walking. It would be an understatement to say that he was satisfied with all this garbage laying arround, in this cave like tent. She asked the young man "Is there any problem? Do you not like my humble tent?". He answered while wiping the dust off his seat "Well, if I said that I like it, that would be a lie". She started laughing "You are not the first to have this reaction", she stopped and looked back to the man "Now, will you tell me your story?". The man took a deep breath "My story is not that impressive for the most part" he paused for a momment to think "Well, I was born in Petra, my Father was a highlandish and my Mother was a heartlandish" he paused once again "My Father taugh me to be a fighter, a warrior and my Mother taught me to be a thinker, an observant. My Father wanted me to become a honourable knight and climb the ranks, and my Mother wanted me to become a smart man, a man with influence, that people can lean to." Aldo paused and he leaned to the old hag "But do you know what both taught me?". She started thinking for a momment "No, what did they teach you?", thus the young man said "They taught me that there is only one true god, the name of this god is money. Think about it wars, cities, power, influence, everything happens because of money". The old woman started laughing once again and looked at the man "Well, I don't need to follow this kind of god, I am happy as I am" and tried to make fun of the man's word. Aldo stood up as he was packing his things and said "If you don't want to follow this god, then when you die only the bags of this tent will remember you". She pointed at the young man with anger "How dare you use that kind of language to an old lady, young man. Haven't your parents also taught you to be respectful?". The young man glazed at the elder woman "Well my brother raised me, after our parents were killed by elves at the countryside, outside of Petra. I was very young when this happened" The old hag was confused "You don't seem sad at all about this" he answered "And why should I? My parents don't have to live in this hellscape anymore called Aevos" those were the last words of his and he left the tent.