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?))
"I'm a traveler from the far east ." i sit down and i begin to tell my story "my home was destroyed in a great fire i had no where to go none of my family survived do know what its like to loose a loved one." you sigh and get up "i guess not bye i must get going"
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