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: (delete this)
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until… "It's nothing, here goes."
"When I was a child, my parents orphaned me and left me in a forest. I was eventually found by a group of highly skilled knights. Their king adopted me as his son and named me after him and his fathers before him. Years later, our town was attacked by goblins. They killed everyone. Except me. I slaughtered hundreds of goblins. And from that day on, I have been slaughtering anyone who even points a finger at me. I hope to redeem myself of my atrocities."
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