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?))
Kohl accepted the invite and sat on the cushion. "Story? My father Harald Thorald said he knew you. He probably told you that even though I had a normal childhood growing up I always liked adventures and deep down wanted to be apart of something bigger than ordinary life one day. Well, he was right. And now I am trying to find him before something bad happens."
The lady nodded slightly before saying "He did indeed talk about you. But he didn't mention all of that.."
"Listen, we should not waste anymore time on the past. Do you have the answers I have been seeking?" Kohl responded, leaning forward with urgency.
"Depends..." she responded, her tone enigmatic. "Are you able to handle the truth?"
Kohl paused for a moment, his mind racing. He had traveled far searching for answers on where his father has vanished to. "Well I didnt come all this way for nothing."
The lady leaned forward, her expression serious and said "Well for starters, I am not sure you are able to handle this, even though you are a strong man perhaps someone such as a Knight, someone with more experience with danger, should be handling this rather than a commoner like yourself. I think it would be wise for you to turn back and go home instead of looking for trouble..."
Kohl now had a disappointed look on his face, he got up off the cushion and exited the tent without saying a word.
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