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?))
´´Now hold there missy, how could you know me? The only old hag I know is my gran gran gran.´´ Bargina was confused as to how this hag would know her. And yet, her ADD and curiosity got the better of her and she started talking and talking... ´´But! If you must know-´´ *she sat down* ´´I inherited my dad's work, I like making battle-axes by the way. So I inherited the shack and business, helped get money to my ma by selling weapons, armour and venison. I like the bow. But my ma didn't make it in the end so now I'm just chilling in this wild world! I mean I was chilling but then I got bored so I just- closed the shack for a while and went adventuring and now I met you!´´ Bargina made a heavy gasp after she finished talking as she spoke so fast. The hag could barely keep up. And when you thought she was finished, the hag took a breath and at the second she was beginning speaking, Bargina spoke again! ´´Oh! And I really don't like my name. But oh well!´´ *she then smiled*
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