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?))
Edith gave a warm smile to the old women sitting in the dim lighting of the tent, she hadn't the heart to tell her she had to wrong person so she began in the beginning. ` Well, I have just gotten into town a week or so ago and decided to stop by to see you.` Edith spoke softly.
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