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?))
He doesn't seem to be irritated by the surroundings or the old woman, instead he keeps smiling. After sitting on the cushion he starts talking "I am Oswyn, Oswyn Seymour. I am currently traveling and seeking opportunities. You do understand eh?. Well..." He pauses "Before all these, I worked here and there. They weren't all honest jobs and I might have done some nasty things but..." He pauses again and his smile fades away as he starts stuttering "but at least..." "Anyway, I should get going" He gets up and retains his smiling expression which now seems somewhat amusing and unique "It was a pleasure to talk with you madam" he says before quickly leaving the tent.
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