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 look in confusion "Me?? Of what significance do I hold?" walks over in curiosity, then sits down as told. holding my hands together with the tents warmth. "I'm just a Traveler, nothing special of me." as I rube my hands together. "iv been on and off the road for years just trying to survive as the rest do, I've only come to this place for a lead. " as I rummage though one of the many pouch's I carry, then pull out a piece of paper. "I'm just looking for my sister." the paper has a drawing of a woman, Blond hair and green eyes, her hair short and a star shaped neckless. " troth be told I thought her to be long gone from here, somewhere else completely, its been 5 years since I had last seen her. I look down for a moment as a Continue. "I had gotten a lead she was spotted here not to long ago."
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