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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: (delete this) 

My face becomes friendly with woman, I smile gently and look into her dark brown eyes. But in the back of my mind, I think "I've been put on the spot here"...

"Uh" I spatter out, "I'm just a lone wanderer." I say looking a bit more nervously into her eyes now. I look down, "I've been trying to find... um... somewhere to lay my head." I say looking at the ground. I look up again at her face, with her focused eyes looking at mine. "She's still looking at me..." I think. "Okay, okay, I come from my mother's house in a small village in Numendil. Ever since I've come of age, my mother's kicked me out of the house." I say to the old woman. "Ah... I see." She says, squinting her eyes at me. "You have more to tell me don't you?" She says looking deeper into my face. I look at her intently, "I'm just trying to find purpose... in all of this." I respond. "What is your name, 'purpose-seeker'?" She asks with a curious face. I lean back in the cushion. "My name." I say with a serious face. "Is Owrron." "Well Owrron, welcome to Lord of the Craft." end scene.