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?))
Ihn hesitates, standing just after the entrance to the tent. Her eyes flick around the tent in wonder, staring in shock at the floating candles. She had never seen magic being used so casually before. Cautiously, she steps forward, slowly making her way to the cushion across from the old hag and kneels down onto it. "well..." Ihn begins "From a young age, I've always been fascinated by the mysteries of the natural world. I long to learn magic, so I went on a journey to find myself, but a few months in, I was attacked and robbed blind, leaving me with nothing to my name. I've been wandering ever since, eating edible plants to survive, that's when I found this town."
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