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 don't trust wizards." He answered, and then headed back, "Wait, I am not a witch, I mean no harm, please sit." After these words, Yunus sit down. She asked him "You look strange, where are you from?" , He answered "My name is Yunus, I came from the desert", "That's far away from here, you must be a Farfolk, right?" she asked again, " Yes I am , and more specifically a Qalasheen." , She said surprised: "A Qalasheen ?! it's not common to meet those people nowdays." Yunus answered: "Yes that's true, we are lost between kingdows and nations." The old woman asked him :" What brings you here my son?", Yunus started to explain: "I grew up in a religious family, my parents taught me about life and history, they told me about my people's history ,the glory days, I believe those days will be back someday. I was heading to that town over there , looking for a book, a precious one, I've heard it is there in a library." The old woman said :"I am not a witch but, I believe in prophecies, and there is one about your people. Don't worry my son, the glorious days of the Qalasheen will be back under the reign of a right and just man." They discussed for a little longer, before Yunus went back to his destination, the old woman looked at him going and said :" Go my son, the destiny of your people is in your hands."
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