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 didn't know if you wanted me to write this in 2nd person pov, so I just did as the example showed)
"My story?" you ask, cocking your head to side. "Oh, you must be looking to buy something!" you plop down on the cushion across from the hag. "Ah, well, I don't actually have anything to sell yet," you answer sheepishly. "I know, right? An Everlin without a penny to her name..." you say with a shrug. "My family has always produced the best merchants, but I don't want to live off their backs forever." You stand up with a short hop. "I'll show them though! I'll make my own fortune!" you exclaim. With a quick twist of your heel and a few short steps, you're already one foot out the tent. "Oh," you say, pausing in your charge. You turn your head back to face the old hag. "Could you point me towards the nearest shop?"
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