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?))
Analysing your surroundings, you clear your throat and address old hag, "My story is my own, I'm seeking shelter and directions to the nearest trade post" You readjust the now worn and torn vest covering your shirt. Feeling a twinge of discomfort from the old hags silence. The hag lets out a raspy chuckle "Definitely a Highlander, you smell of Animal and sweat, Very well three doors down is our local Inn get your answers there and be gone with you" You exit the tent, however the "Inn" that the hag had referenced appears no different from every other run-down cabin in this town, Nevertheless you proceed.
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