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?))
"Me... how do you know me?" She snaps, before giving a light sigh and sitting as the hag instructed her to. Besides, this could be interesting, even if she thinks this with a sour expression plastered across her face. "There isn't much to tell... I come from the Korvacz family. The settlement of March of Lecho-Raev..." She drawls on, making a circling movement with her left hand. Somehow, this conversation seems boring to her. "I have my mother, my father and all the lovely siblings. Any more information you want out of me comes with a price first." She scoffs, even a little towards herself. Her mother would scold her for such attitude.
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