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?))
"Thank you." i say as i sit down, warming my hands
"now tell me everything"
"give me second" i Sayed "its a long way from Norland"
"ok lets talk" i sayed
the hag nods
"so in the woods of Norland i was jumped by a band of thieves, and when i woke up all my stuff was gone. oh and i got this" i Sayed as i lift my patch revealing the empty socket.
"OH!" she exclaims
"so tell me where thay are"
she look's worriedly around the room "umm, uh, well" she stammered
i sighed pulling out my dagger, this will be difficult.
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