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:
Raising their nose into the air, familiar smells bring pleasant thoughts of the deep forest. The sounds of the gentle stream, the sounds of moss under the feet of passing travellers. Being brought back to the tattered tent. Seeing the old women, Zeno's ears perking up at the questions being thrown at them. Crossing their legs, lowing their head -
"Greetings, I would love to take a seat. Thank you" Pushing to stands out her face to make eye contact with the lady, She lowers herself onto the cushion. "I was wondering if you could point me towards the nearest village. Im wishing to find somewhere to set up home for the coming winter?"
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