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?))
Example: (delete this)
"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…
Gobi would sit himself down on the cushion, his eyes wandering around the tent as he sat down his sack. "Well I haven't a clue who you are, or why you're expecting me" He'd respond to the woman, his face giving the idea that he wouldn't continue. "Oh what the hell, why not. The name is Gobi, I come from a small farming village in the Heartlands. Grew wheat and corn until the civil strife there drove me out. Came south attempting to find something new for myself." He'd respond
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