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?))
He looks at the starge lady. He smiles awkwardly at the lady than quietly takes a seat. He tries to initiate a conversation but stops and he sits quietly for a few more minutes when he gathers enough courage to speak "I am trying to find someone" his voice craks a littel bit "My long lost friend was seen in this area Do you known something about that?"
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