Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
"Don't mind if I do." I take small, cautious steps toward the cushion, keeping my guard raised lest trouble arise. Settling upon the cushion, a wave of relaxation washes over me. "I came seeking work to support my kin—I'm but a humble farmer's son, desperate to aid them since our fields were devoured by a swarm of desert locusts."
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