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've wandered far seeking answers," you respond, cautiously taking the offered seat. "There's a weight upon me, a quest I cannot decipher. I've heard whispers of your wisdom, hoping you might shed light on the path I should tread." Your voice carries a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as you glance around the tent, seeking clues in the flickering candlelight.
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