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?))
Example:zahid take's a seat on the cushion she offers, and begins to speak "well i was born and raised in hyspia with my family, my mother and father sold many wonderful items, my mother also thought herself a tailor, a shame she never had any daughters.. but i've decided to take after my father and leave home to make my own business in a town somewhere."
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