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?))
- Hello Armina, you'll be happy ... I've got your knife. Here it is. 't wasn't easy. I had to get rid off the guardian. Haha. Now I'm running out of strength. I need my potion. Give it to me.
- The other items ?
- Mmm The cup is still in the hand of its owner, and for the breath, I still have no idea where to look for it. But now I can't take another step. I'm running out of time. Give me the potion.
- Sure, I will give my part of our arrangement before the end of your mission. We both know how you're trustworthy. There is absolutely no risk that you drove my ennemy directly to my lair. There is absolutely no risk that once you're sure to get what you're looking for, you give them the signal to attack. 'The witch blow out a candle, all candles are blowed out in the same time.
- Heeee
- Now, remind me Gorki, what were the terms of our agreement in case of betrayal ?
I wield the knife and begin to back up to the exit.
- Armina don't move, else I kill you
- and your potion Gorki ? (I listen this is coming from behind me)
<Not RP> I know I'm answering slightly Off-topic but I was inpisred on this. ^^
Else I would answer : <RP again>
- I'm running out of time. I need your help.
- I know. You need my potions. But all healing begins with redemption, redemption with prey, and prey with talking. Talk.
- As you want, witch. But you will be deceived. I'm nobody. Son of farmer, the 5th one, I wasn't expected. My mother died giving me birth. I was not loved, I had to work. I had to pay.
hhhhh
I'm the cursed one of the family.
And then, one day, the buttons on my face. then my hands. then the disease. Leprosy. They chased me away. They all chased me away.
*cof cof*
I joined a group of people like me. Nad not like me. We were mendiant. and some times thieves. and some times more.
I'm tired of this. I've heard of you. An apothicary told us he knew a way to heal. My companions didn't believe him. I did. I helped him to flee. And he told me about you and here.
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