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?))
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"Oh, I just, uh…" He stutters, a shiver creeping down his spine. He eyes the crone before cautiously taking a seat. Looking a bit nervous he stared at her, clearing his throat before speaking. "Not much to say really, I grew up in a warm home with good food and good family! But it seems my dreams have led me out here." His eyes wander from the old woman and looks to the setting he finds himself in. His eyes reflecting the glow of the candles and he gulped as he saw the skull on the traveling chest the crone had. "You...You wouldn't happen to know anywhere I could stay tonight? I would like to stay somewhere warm tonight rather than under a tree."
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