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 Would sigh and sit on the cushion, my eyes scanning the lady carefully as she speaks.* I would reply in a polite but slightly bored tone.
"I ventured to this swamp in search of a clue to aid me on my quest, for I seek to conquer a formidable adversary who was seen around here. Might you be privy to some knowledgeable that could assist me on my quest, kind mistress."
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