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.” Triconas jumps, clearly caught off guard by the hag's comments. He considers her for a moment. "That depends, how exactly do you know me? I do well to keep my identity hidden." He looks around cautiously. His gaze honed by many a close call with bandits and ambushes.
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