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,
((How do you respond?))
I sit down and ask for a drink. as she pass's me one we begin to talk and i explain that i was here for shelter because my village was burned down and that my teacher was killed right Infront of me
she asks, "why did you need a teacher?"
I replied, "my teacher in magic."
after that she let me stay for the night and now it is morning
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