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?))
Example: My father was a merchant and I was his apprentice. I decided to leave my home town to gather herbs. After I entered the forest and collected the herbs the sky turned black in what felt like seconds. I the started heading home when I slid into the near by river. Where I was dragged to the swamp. From there I Had to fight and survive just to end up here.
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