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?))
as I sit down, she asks me, "so why do you come back. caught anything good?" senson replies, "No the reason why I'm back is that my forest was burned down. the exact forest I sworn to protect. they came in these giant mechs I think it was Darwen tech." he clenched his fist. she was surprised, stunned in fact. senson got to his feet and asked, "all I need to know is who did it so, if you hear anything come to me."
he left
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