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?))
Example:
"Where should I start?" he said as he sat down on the cushion. "Well, I was born to a poor family that had little in terms of land, fame, or money."
He glanced off into the distance. "My father took care of me and my mother. He was a good man, hardworking, and treated everyone with respect."
Gesturing to his pack, he continued, "When I became of age, my father sent me off, knowing I couldn’t stay there my whole life. And now, here I am."
He touched the pendant around his neck, his voice softening. "I think I took after him in many ways. I allow almost anyone into my home, and if I have it, I offer them soup and bread. It would be shameful and dishonorable not to."
As he prepared to depart, he added, "I do think my journey still has a lot in store for me."
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