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 stare for just a moment, trying to remember the series of events that has led me to this moment. "I have been looking for someone. someone dear to me." His tone seems grim. He has a sad aura coming off him. "It is my younger brother. he has gone missing. Surely you have read the letters I have sent. anyways, If you know what happened there is no point in repeating it. But I have come in seek of answers."
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