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.”" I am from a land far away. My name is Setanta, and I was an outlaw who stole from the rich to give to the poor. For my crimes, I was chased out of my homeland. I boarded a ship to Norland, and now I'm here." He stuttered, tensing up as the crone neared him. Nervously, he backed up outside of the tent, and set off on his adventures.
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