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?))
Example: (delete this)
*Looks away from the woman to disuade her comments and pretend he doesn't hear her, but eventually gives in and sits down.* "How does an old lady like yourself know my name..?" *He hums for a moment.* "I'm just passing through, but I'll admit- there's something strange about this place. Everyone seems to be... looking at me. A-are they looking at me? It's rather unnerving..." *He muses nervously. "But I'm Sono. Wyrmwood. And I have no clue where I am."
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