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?))
I hesitate for a moment before trying to sound confident with my words. "I was told that there were some herbs here that I wouldn't ever see back home. I have become very intrigues with herbs, alchemy and potion brewing as of late." I anxiously wait for her to respond to what I have to say before I realized she never stopped gesturing to the cushion. Embarrassed, I hurry to sit down.
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