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?))
Kunar stands, suspicious of the old lady. "Hm, I suppose I could tell you how I got here" he says with a serious yet calm face. "Well you see I was working as security aboard a trade boat until I washed up on shore a couple miles from here, and I am aware I have no way back so I have plans to make a living her somehow." after a long silent pause he speaks again. "could you help me by chance?"
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