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?))
Valka doesnt question and sits beside the old woman in the tent, "you want the whole thing? i supported a maniac who believed he was the gods chosen one, he made me his high priestess, i believed him, now im looking for some peace and sanction" Valka responds
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