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?))
he would sit on the cushion. Before telling her the story of his, he with a hint of curiosity and seriousness asked her "How come have you been told about me?" after that, he stared at her face before continuing. "Never the matter, I am an adventurer that was crossing the world alone, struggling for supplies. It's been so long since I went out that I don't remember where I came from believe it or not." Tim took a deep breath and a long, slightly audible exhale as he continued "for now I am looking for place to stay, live my own life. No-one knows me and I hope that stays for the better, since I was taken as a freak for people that I've met on my way." He closed his eyes, awaiting the Hags response.
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