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?))
Example: Rachel rose a suspicious brow at the hag, before grunting in tired pain as she dropped herself onto the cushion. "Ey suppose Lori told y'bout me then. She wrote me, invited me out this wey with' 'ow Tulley's gone t'right dust... There's nah t'much t'tell. I'm the kind o'lass who's loved and lost and loved and lost and loved an' lost again. Had a family, was taken from them, got them back, had them taken from me, got a new family, got taken from them, made another family, they were taken from me as well. Before y'ask about the arm.. it's, a long story. Honestly I barely remember when I lost it. Seem to lose a lot o'things. "
She exhaled as she finished her long winded tale, not really caring how much the hag did or didn't believe or pry.
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