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?))
"Oh, hmm... I was searching for something underground, and I think I lost consciousness. What is this place, and who are you?" you ask politely, refraining from spilling any details about where you were before and who you were with. You eye the crone, observing her response. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation. In this moment as you wait for her response, you reach for your sling which carries your shortsword... but it is missing.
The old crone says to you, with a glint in her eye, and a wholesome smile on her cheeks "There is more to life than the blade... You dear boy, are in my homestead. I am Delilah, and my Husband is Eugene. We have a farm, and we take care of animals here. My husband found you sleeping in the entrance to the old mine and patched you right up... You'd be wise to bring a friend along if you go wandering in dusty old shafts again." She seems passive, no need for alarm.
"Thanks for helping me ma'am, but I did have a friend with me... and gear too. You know where they are?" you ask reverently.
She points to the nearby window with a smile on her face, and you turn your head. "My husband has your gear, but he said there was no one else around when he found you. Perhaps speak to him on the matter." she informs me.
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