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?))
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Shishi grinned, folding her arms and stayed standing "The daughter of Silvertongue becomes a criminal? That one? Well that daughter is me, but people didn't much me like being the Daughter of the man known as Silvertongue, so guess what? They locked me away when I was 8 in one of the worse dungeons ever created, the Everdark, and then I escaped, at 16, and now i'm one of the worse thieves ever, I won't go boohoo about it though, I'm tough as nails, and you know for a fact i'm going to rob more people, you think the worlds ready to watch?"
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