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?))
"Boofydoofyloofy walks in the cabin, each step making the wooden planks below him creak as he approaches the cushion. Unfamiliar to his surroundings, he looks around as steam exits his nostrils, blowing the chimes away hanging on the ceilings, making path toward the seat. He drops his club on the floor, the sound of the collision echoing throughout the tent. Boofydoofyloofy sits, hunched over as his eyes lock on toward the old hag. "I come from a small settlement in the swamps, looking for salvation for my village. We come come in groups but they sent me alone, I need your help."
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