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.”
I have been travelling for many days now because my parents have been killed and my brothers have left me. I am in need of a weapon and food if you could be so nice to give.
Ahh, you don't know what's happening then I guess you are going to figure it out yourself.
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