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?))
"I am here on a quest to learn of magics and inventions of this region. My goal is to be able to combine the two into an assistant of sorts to help me make my business prosper. I want to combine magical properties that would make basic clothes have the properties of armor. My business has been majorly unsuccessful outside of this one tiny piece of fabric." He pulls a sharp rock off the ground sets it down and throws the rock at it clearly not holding back and the rock bounces off. "If I attempt to make it any larger than this the fabric separates into all the fibers that made it. My goal is to have the assistant help me stabilize this major issue and refine the way I enchant the fabric." He reaches down picks up the fabric and gives it to them saying "I'll come back for this once my mission here is done. Will you hold it for me until I complete my goals here?" He grabs and pulls his hood down saying "For the time I am here I will not remove my hood until I return to get that fabric." He pulls his hood back up and walks away without another word
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