Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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: ("Me?" Joss says tiredly, as he looks at the cushion and back up at the hag, "Oh, yes, me!" he says, sitting on the cushion. The smell of some kind of stew or broth just on the other side of the tent entices His starved stomach. The old hag looks at him, waiting patiently.
"Oh, um, my story, uh, Well, im not really supposed to be here. I actually don't know where I am. Is that food?"
The hag looks out of the tent, for a moment,
"It's just that I've been walking through this dreaded forest for hours, and, well, no food."
The Old hag slowly grows more and more confused, saying nothing. After a moment of silence, Joss gestures at the surrounding tent. "This is a comfy place you have. Do you happen to know where Hiyla is?"
The hag now straight face flatly says, "I can see that you are not the hero im looking for... )
"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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