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 come all the way from the Turkish lands. I felt that my life was the same thing over and over again every day, which is why I decided to venture out and explore the world rather than hearing about it from far. However it seems that I am lost and I don't know where I'm going, but I just think that makes the adventure more fun for me.
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