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: (delete this)
"I was on a trip a couple of weeks ago," I say. It was going swimmingly until..."
"Go on..."
"There had been a storm. In bright white flashes, lightning illuminated the sky. I was below decks, helping to a man who had fractured his leg. The ship abruptly flipped over. I was knocked out after being smacked in the head with a barrel." I take a breather and glance out the window. "I washed up on the beach." It's probably a few kilometers north of here. I was discovered by some fishermen. A man in rags informed me about this town and invited me to come talk to him."
"Yes," the elderly lady responds. This is because I've been here the longest. I've seen things you can't possibly fathom. And today, I'll get you started on your adventure."
"What journey?" I ask.
"Your trip, my friend. This is where it all starts. Now, leave my tent and learn more about yourself. Best wishes."
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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