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:Minerva speaks. "i have traveled far. i am not one to spill my story but you look.. kind." she spoke sternly, calmly even. not wanting to be rude at she sat, pausing for a moment before speaking. "i am trying to find myself. i have gotten lost in my years of traveling, protecting, and fighting. i wish to find a part of myself that i have so longed for." she paused for a short while. wanting to say more but with a look to the hag she tipped her head. "i must go." minserva stated before leaving the tent swiftly. a tad bit of regret hitting her for not saying more.
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