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: Gilbert's eyes match hers, as the silence in the room has thickened, he would break it. "Well, my life has only just begun. I live with my family in our family abode. I personally enjoy going to the tavern, or fishing. I grew up there, and I enjoy the people there. Our community is great, and our hearts are pure. I could not have asked for a better place to have grown."
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