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?))
"Ehh, not much to tell i'm afraid." I said faintly, settling into a seated position on the floor. "You know as well as i the roads north have been all but vacant these days. Didn't see a soul for 6 days and nights till i stumbled upon one of the Orc encampments that've been spotted up that ways. With a little inspection though they were long gone, and in a hurry too from what my experience is telling me, we might want to pick up and do the same. Not like Orcs to get spooked off so easily, id bet there's something a touch meaner out there that scared them off..."
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