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?))
Heriadis enters the tent, pulling the hood of her cloak down. She looks around and notices the old hag. As she raises her head and proceeds to tell Heriadis to sit, she takes a sit on the cushion. "I'm looking to travel to the Kingdom of Haense. I'm from a distant Kingdom... from Norland actually." she hastily adds on. "I've lived in the Kingdom as long as I can remember but recently been having visions of a different life. A life that I don't recognize but I have a feeling that it was a past life. I've been told to seek someone when I get to Haense. Someone who can tell me who my parents and my past. All I have to lead on is this birthmark," she says while pulling her sleeve up and showing her the birthmark. "Do you have any idea what this birthmark is?" she asks, desperate for an answer. As the hag shakes her head, she puts her head down in disappointment and sighs. "Please tell me how I can get to the Kingdom of Haense. I need to find my parents."
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