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:
' O-oh..! Okay? ' * she carefully swept the dirt of her trousers, before sitting down on the cushion.. She tucked her messy hair behind the ears, when she finally raised her eyes, and realized who exactly the hag was.. * ' Oh! It's you! Ah, I'm so sorry for my mixed reaction. I'm glad that I finally found someone I can blabber to, because y'know... Living alone sounds good at first, but when you notice yourself talking to horses, y 'might think it's time to go into the world. I was born into a family of 3 sisters and 5 brothers, so of course as soon as I turned 16 I went on an adventure with my steed Lincy... It's supposed to be in my blood.. Y'know, loneliness and sturdiness, I guess. But I wake up everyday with a feeling of dread, on a verge of insanity! I wish to be an ostler but who the hell wants a mad girl in their stables?! ' * After spilling out all of her feelings, she finally shut her mouth, but the silence became too loud.. To dissolve the awkward air, she quickly changed a topic of the discussion.. * ' ...Anyways, you're such a great therapist, y'know that..? '
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