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?))
Oh! "Markus says quickly as he doesn't see the hag, "Sorry, I'm just passing through. But I wouldn't mind chatting with a kind older woman."
He sits on the cushion and begins his tale, "My name is Markus Amil, of the once proud line of Amil. I am traveling far and wide as my house has fallen and I need a fresh start." Markus squints his sparkling blue eyes now as what the hag had asked him just sank in. "I must ask you now, as I have finished my sad tale, How could you possibly have been expecting me? I told none of my departure. And stranger still I have seen no friends of mine since I left." His hand now slowly dips to his sword at his belt.

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