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?))
idk if its 1st or 3rd person ima just do 1st for example. also just not gonna fill in spots where the hag would prob have input cuz powergaming
"Im just not going to question how you knew I was coming." I sit down next to the hag calmly. "My story isnt particularly interesting, but could be worse I believe." My eyes wander around the room as I recall my journey. "I travel to search for a place I can call home. Im not particularly good at alchemy, but my mobile potion brewer helps spice things up." I slip a heavy pack off my shoulder, and place it in front. "I also travel to learn. Learn the ways of culture, ways of life and talents that is shared in such a vibrant land. Growing up in the farther reaches of civilization, my humble farmer parents couldn't supply much to me, as much as they did love me." I pull out a tray from the bag, placing oddly shaped glass bottles on top. "So thats why I decided to leave. To see the world, and find a belonging." I pour an odd liquid into the beakers, mixing them up. Striking a match, I set it to a light boil before pouring it into separate cups. "Want some?" I hold out the cup to the mysterious woman. "What is it?" She asks, as she carefully took the cup from my hands. "Green tea!" I said, smiling. (for all intensive purposes not poison its actually green tea)
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