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?
* I would nod to the old lady, and would sit on the cushion that the old lady gestured to, "My name's Valethyr Korean me, and my cousin are refugees from almaris we just arrived not to long ago" He would pause for a second, Valethyr reached for his bag and would grab cups and he would place the cups down the table then he would grab some water and he would pour water to both cups-"please Ma'am have some water" He would still think and wonder about who exactly this lady is-"But Ma'am may I ask who exactly are you?" He would look at the lady with a stern look of curiosity.
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