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?))
"You've been expecting me?" Looks slightly curious "but I know not of you milady, I am a simple merchant traveling across the land and have found this place to be where I want to build my shop." looking at her he continues "I came from a land far from here my parents wanted me to be a Elvin warrior but I chose the way of a merchant instead I am Eon. I am but a simple elf looking to sell my items and form a community."
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