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?))
He pauses for a moment after hearing what she said "Expecting me? How do you know me old woman? I've been living up in the forest for the past 19 years of my life." He points towards the snowy mountains "I guess I can tell you my story but it ain't too rich. My name is Thomas, I am a far folk trying to make a name for myself. I just turned Nineteen not too long ago, so me and my father decided it would be best for me to go and live in the town and learn real life lessons. My father strapped a backpack with food and water on my back and I set out from my house around 10 hours ago. I've been following these paths for a while and they led me here." he looks at the old hag for a moment before saying "Say, do you think you could point me in the direction of any town? I need a place to settle down and eat."
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