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?))
"My story?" He scoffs, the weight of it pressing against his chest like an old chain. "You claim you've been expecting me, yet you ask me to explain myself." He leans forward slightly, letting the firelight catch the crimson glow in his eyes. "Tell me, old one—what do you already know? If the look on your face suggests anything, then you are aware of my quest to kill the monsters that took the lives of my family." His glare tightens. "I nothing will stop me... But anyways!" He says extatically. "I believe you have some information for me, and lets make it quick. I don't like to waist time."
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