Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
He takes a good look around the place and behind him,he takes a breath and says "Inviting a stranger to you tend is not the best move old one,as i see this place knows no fear of death" She lookes at him and says "Everyone must go at some point you seem to know,judging by the way you look, an damaged eye and missing arm i assume" she pauses "arent you tired?" he says "its not up to me if i get to rest or not"
She says " people like you come here looking for something,a better future,wealth but you,what about you starnger?"
he replies "i am was a well respected warrior known and fear by many,hated by most but touched by non,wealth is not what i desire,a better future i can never achieve.I am here to survive and futhfill my hatred against a specific man"
she replies "Hate will only get you killed" he says"I am already dead"
She stares at him with no words coming out of her mouth
"Beware old one eyes some times may lie to us,for our mind makes a perfect world.That will get you killed"
He adds"Oh and before i go dont invite people you dont know to your tent may the gods be with you".
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