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?))
She shifts in place trying to remember if they've met before, but She can't seem to place her. She hesitates but gives in, sit's down, and tells the hag pieces of her story "I'm from a small village with lots of vegetation, farm land and animals. I love nature, farming, and animals, it's where I feel the most at peace. We grew up comfortable, but it wasn't enough for my parents. They destroyed the lands peace. With nothing keeping me there I left in search of new peace."
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