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.”
((How do you respond?))
You awkwardly glance behind you, then back at the old lady, as if waiting for something to happen. Eventually, your eyes widen with realization, she had been talking to you. "Uh... I mean, I just kind of... wandered?" You mumbled, more of a question than an answer, scratching the back of your head nervously. "I am Krasota." You paused, before offering a weak smile. You stared at her for a moment but only the sound of crickets filled the air. Eventually, you finally sat down, tapping your fingers on your lap, gaining the courage to begin dicussing your journey despite previous hesitation.
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