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?))
Tylers eyes would widen, he was taken aback by the old hags words. "Me?" Tyler said stepping forward. "I have no story to tell you I dont know you?" he said before shrugging and sitting down anyway. "Either way, Im here because Im of the age in a sense. My family can't feed me and along with all of my other siblings so I had to set out for my own." Tyler pauses, "Good enough explanation? now who are you?" Tyler retorted
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