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?))
Stepping away from the older woman, Linette responds "I was just passing through, I don't mean any harm." Keeping her hand near her dagger, her eyes gaze around at the inside of tent, looking for every possible exit. "I really must go.." she says cautiously, trying not to upset the woman. "But if you insist on me telling my story.. then I suppose I must oblige." She tells the woman about her previous travels, her childhood growing up in a big city, her training to be a knight, and an encounter that may have been her last. When finished, she sighed and spoke once more, "I intend to keep travelling, but maybe one day I'll settle down in a nice little town with some friends I've met along the way."
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