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?))
"Oh hello I was just exploring around here and- wait, you know me?" My eyes begin to widen "How does she know me if I've never meet her or been here before and does she mean expecting me?" I think to myself, a sickening feeling in my stomach begins to settle as my eyes dart around the tent in a panic, trying to make sense of the situation I am in.
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