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?))
"Expecting me? Quite strange, but I suppose I'll sit." Rory sits down, crossing his legs wearily "I've just come from the next town over, Looking for passage across the swamp, I've heard its a bit dangerous to navigate alone. Would you happen to know of anyone willing to be my guide?" Rory would reach inside his cloak and pull out a sash of coin "I'm sure I could make it worth your while, any lead will do. I've got to make it through before nightfall." Rory would sit up straight and narrow his eyes as he looks at the old hag. "And no funny business, Don't give me any reason to think I'm being swindled. If you do not know of anyone, I best be on my way to find someone who can help me." Rory would slouch down and ponder for a moment "And maybe, if you know some place I could get a decent bite to eat, that information would be welcome."
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