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:
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
(idk what im supposed to do so I hope this is right) My response:
"I'm here on the behalf of the king, you wouldn't happen to know him would you? He sent me here to find a witch." The hag gives you a look of disgust as you feel a shiver down your spine. "Is everything ok....." The air becomes so thick you can't breath you try your best to get even a bit of air but alas its too late...
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