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-I was walking down a road. It was twilight and the hours in which bandits and thieves roam. Those goons jumped me and robbed me of my belongings. **I will get my revenge** I believe some good samaritan - bless his soul - picked me up and brought me to your dank- well tended home. Now, where exactly am I?
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