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?))
Example:
*Kegan eyes the rather aged looking woman. His nose curling a little at the smell of the humid muck he was trapped in. "Oh? I suppose I could tell you more about myself." The man pulled up a nearby chair and flipped it around, so the back was facing her. "My name is Sir Kegan Windsor, I am a warrior on my pilgrimage of faith. I was sent here to find a relic of great value." He cleared his throat, and gave her a blank sort of stare. "I realize my story is short, however, I would like too keep it that way." His eyes narrowing on hers.
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