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.”
I adjust my coat, pulling it down from my shoulders as I sit. It drapes across my lap as I clear my throat softly, "I apologize for seeking you at such an hour, but it is an urgent matter." I shift in my seat, wavering tone through my voice. "My sister and father have fallen ill, some sort of deteriorative disease which consumes the body. Their cheeks are sunken and I fear that without proper treatment, they will not make it to the next month." I set my coat to the side, fully engulfing myself into the cushion as I peer towards the hag's eyes; watching their cold grey hazel shift in the candle light. "I seek the remedy myself, though I do not know where to start. All I ask is for a direction and a name. Somewhere or something- or someone who can bring back my family to strength."
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