Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
Faewyn hesitates before sitting, folding her hands neatly in her lap.
“I’ve wandered far from the deep woods,” she says quietly. “The forest I called home grows thinner each year, and with it my place there. I was told you might offer guidance… or at least answers. I seek a path forward, wherever it may lead.”
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