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:
I awkwardly looked over to the cushion that the woman gestured over to, furrowing my eyebrows out of nervousness before sighing. " My story? Well, there isn't really one to be quite honest - I guess I just... I made a mistake and got thrown out of my village. " It was made clear that I didn't want to share the more specific details of the story, but with luck, she'll let his dull summary slide. " So, you've been expecting me? Are you a client of my master? Unfortunately he is out at the moment running business errands... always so diligently scrounging for more herbs he is. But that means better product for the people that need mages such as us. "
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