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 come to this land in search of the wishes of a weary soul. Those that seek riches and notoriety mean nothing to me, I am one that yearns for fulfillment via contribution to a world of enrichment and vulnerability. Through this, true happiness can be found and one can find their true identity. Even a swampy dim town can lead to a fruitful future, it just takes a man with virtuous eyes to distinguish that which truly shines beneath the surface. And tell me, old hag, what brings YOU to the this story's beginning?
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"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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