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 was chasing a thief." not knowing if I can trust the hag, I lie. "he broke into my camp and stole several items from me." I can't let her know that I'm running away from the militia. In case she decides to rat me out. I still don't know how they found out that I was the one to release those elves. "have you seen where he went?"
As she gestures to the distance I see lights. "I have to go then." and sprint away in the way she points. not knowing where I will end up.
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