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?))
Yusriyah would quirk an eyebrow at the old hag, immediately distrustful but he would smile at her. "I am a roaming healer, in search of those who need healing, this seemed like as good a spot as any... is anyone dy-" He would begin before he tilted his head at her. "/My/ story?" He would question to her, clearly taken by surprise. "I don't know how you have heard of me, but my story is nothing grand, I am just a simple healer. Born in Amaethea, I quickly took to the road to help as many people as I could." He would say a bit somberly. "So... who can I help?"
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