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?))
I carefully took a seat on the cushion, making sure to avoid bumping into the candles. "Well um.. It wasn't really my intention to be here. I'm from the forests of Vectra, and I was apart of a group of scholars studying different forms of alchemy... but as you probably already know... I'm alone now."
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