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?))
"It's so good to meet you in person... I have travelled such a distance to find you..." She cosies herself into the seat, feeling somehow at home here. She pauses, looking around at the various objects, items and curios around the room, my eyes widen at one high on a shelf which looks to be moving. "Ahem," She looks back to the hag. "Well, you know who I am already, but, I've come a long way from my home village deep within the woodlands. I've left home to begin a journey across the continent learning and exploring as much as I can, I want to document and record that which I encounter. My village doesn't have much contact with outsiders... this one time though, a traveller was lost and hurt, my village elders let them stay and heal and I ..." She notices she's gone a little off topic. "Anyway, I want to learn and grown my knowledge, so that others can learn too, so thats my story... now I'd love a cup of herbal tea if you have any?"
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