Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
"Howdy there..." He hesitantly sits on the cushion and takes a glance around the tent. "Well I uh... I travel around. The trading business does not take kindly to stationary traders... unless of course you have a reputation. I dont really got one of those yet... but thats why im here and not on the side of some road." He takes a wipe at his forehead, battling the humidity in this place. "What keeps you here in this... wetland?"

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