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 Replied, "Well... I came from a kingdom some distance away. I don't Rember how far. I was a royal in their court until recently I was exiled for murdering a unjust landowner. After I was exiled, I survived on scraps of food hoping that I would find a town. Well do you have anything else to ask."
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