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?))
She paces towards the cushion, while thinking to herself what she should share with the hag. She lays on the cushion and begins what she has to say, "I'm, Fahsopho, a traveller from distant lands. I grew up in the heart of Grand Snoobia", she waits a little before continuing "The people in my city were almost non existent, since a war has taken the lives of many not long ago. My father, God bless his soul, died in that war." She looks straight at the hag, noticing her strong gaze and interest in her story. The scent in the air feels off, unlike any she has encountered before, it somehow gives off a peaceful vibe. "A few years ago, I made the decision to leave Snoobia. I wanted to distance myself from the lingering dread and pursue my life goals by traveling across the entire world. Someday I'll settle somewhere I feel safe. Hopefully that day comes soon." With excitement and interest filling her body, she asks the hag "Well, thats my story for the big part, do you mind sharing your tale and the story of this swampy town?"
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