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?))
Rain's eyes narrowed and answered the old hag with a slight lisp, "You know me?" he asked in with a dry rasp in his voice. Sit, gestured the old hag with a node towards the cushion.
Slowly he sat down, almost cat like, ready to pounce or to run, he was not sure which. "I....I just want to find a place to settle down" Rain rasped. "Years of mercenary work with various kings and lords, countless wars" he closed his eyes as if recalling the nightmares of his past. "I...I'm looking to buy a small plot of land, that I can work on and call it my own. I want to raise some chickens, maybe a cow or two and have a farm but most of all, I just want to be left alone, be at peace", He looked up at the old hag, almost pleading with his eyes. "My days of wars and bloodshed are finished".
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