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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 took the seat with a thougt in my head (who is this person) i put my old toga up that already started to smell like the rooted wood and started to talk wisly and slowly i told him everything from the beginning on in some sentences i had smiles on my face in some tears after that he stood up with issues and smiled "well well you did a better job than me young adventurer"
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…