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?))
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"I assure you, ma'am," Joana utters coldly, "I'm not who you're looking for." Joana pulls her hood low over her face, passing by the elderly woman. She knows a fortune teller scam when she sees one. Gliding past the elder, Joana dips into a side street and eyes the debris and refuse that decorates the ground. She then lunges into a sprint, vaulting the barrels and grasping the vines that cascade down the side of the shacks to finally throw herself up onto the rooftops. Joana leaps and bounds across the rooftops before clambering onto the crown of the tavern, kneeling low behind the shadow of the sign and surveying the square below.
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