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?))
Confused, I take a seat on the cushion. "Hello, My name is Sylvia. I've come to gather some supplies from the town, but..." looking around at the rotten shacks and poor conditions, "This town looks like it's in dire need of assistance, I've brought with me some rations and fur from my hunts." I smile brightly at the lady. "I'm not from around here, I originally came to search for a new homestead and I am from the woodlands, I've traveled for around 30 years and I think I am finally ready to aid others and find a new passion." I reach into my bag and offer the old lady a knot pendant made of birch wood.
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