Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
Caden, walking nearby, turns around to look behind him, then looks back at the lady. Pointing at himself, confused, he says, "Me?" he turns around once more to see if anyone was in the shadows behind him before looking back and taking a seat nearby, "I'm an ex-assassin who ran away from my guild because their ideals do not aline with mine, who killed parents to kidnapped the child to force them to to be in the guild. I'm being targeted so I ran and came upon you, my lady."
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