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?))
Answer: "Well.." He moved to sit down on the cushion, looking up at her. "My story? I was a soldier of an army, we were on boats sailing until we were set upon by a storm and we scattered. I remember falling into the water, and waking up here.." He explained to her, his gaze cast upon the room they resided in "What about YOUR story?"
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