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?))
"Thank you for welcoming me, wise one. I come seeking answers. My journey has led me to this mysterious town, and I sense that fate has guided me to your presence. My story is one that you have never heard before, I come from the caves down below. I've heard whispers of your wisdom and insight, and I hope that you can help me find the the path to my fate.
72 pounds
Grey hear
no eyes (blind)
Shroom on his head
Fungal growing out of him
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