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?))
Tilting his head with confusion and intrigue, hitting various bits and bobs that hang from the roof as he does, "You know Oobo?" he questions. The hag looked back unfazed sitting in a stale mate for 3minutes. Eventually with irritation Oobo asks again "How you know Oobo!?", still she sat unfazed waiting for a responce to their question. Oobo not being one for witches or any of these 'fancy' people scrambles to leave, knocking over a jar as he does so. As he leaves the hag looking content now calls with a shrewd voice "I see, thank you for telling me".
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