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?))
Ace pinched the bridge of his nose, a squinting gaze formed from the repulsive aroma as he slowly takes the seat as he deadpans at the women. The man responded a calm albeit disgusted tone towards the elder woman. "I have just arrived in this town, me and my allies have been traversing the plains for a while, we've searched long for a place to settle." He released the soft grip from his nose, a sign of respect.

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