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.”
Looking inside the house slowly approaches the cushion and before sitting tells the lady "i havent come to stay for long" Glinses outside the door and faces in its direction "I've come just to seek fortune" Slowly sits on the ground. Closes eyes, the smell of rotted wood and wet moss reminds him of home "The place where i come from is long gone, bounty hunters came and raided my village. Its all gone.. I .." Quickly jumps up almost almost as if he remembered something "I have to go.." Places a pouch full of gold coins at the feet of the old lady and sprints out of the tent "I hope we can meet again soon"
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