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?))
He looks at the stranger, and without words conveys the feelings of fear and hatred into the soul of the old hag. As she stumbles backwards, "Boho" hammers his heel into the ground, sending the hag onto her hind. When she finally collects herself, she notices that the Elf and her Precious diamond ring have both disappeared without a trace...
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