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?))
Taking long confident strides over to the cushion, Arthur sits down, back straight. Looking at the old woman, he answers hoarsely after long days of travel. "I've been living out in the woods for quite a while..." putting his hands on his knees to explain a little more. "I've been close to death countless times by those damn monsters out there." Moving so his hands are behind him, resting against them, he lets out a heavy sigh before finally saying. "But... I've finally made it out of those damn accursed woods.
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