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?))
*The hardened man takes a seat on the cushion.
*gaze fixed on the old hag while he begins to speak. "I come to this town in search of my older brother, Primus."
*tone filled with a mix of determination and longing. "We were separated six years ago when our Father..."
*clenches his hands showing many scars "...met an unfortunate end."
"Primus was always the one who protected me, guided me. He was my anchor in this tumultuous world."
"Fate tore us apart, and I've spent years tracking his footsteps, gathering every shred of information I could find."
*His voice drops to a whisper. "I've heard rumors that he might be connected to this place."
*leans forward "Please, if you have any knowledge or insight, I beg you to share it."
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