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?))
Response:
"Ehh why not... I WAS from a decently sized village. Not much more to say, my father banished me after a few too many predicaments. Needless to say I stick to the shadow and prefer to stick a knife in the back of any enemy before they see me coming." A long pause set between me and the old hag, "I hope to find a crew to help me along my adventures, and I hope to do some soon..." I get up from the cushion and as I leave I pass out into a strange vision.
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