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?))
"To be entirely truthful... I do not know. I've been wandering these lands for a fortnight since leaving the backwoods hamlet I've called home my whole life to search for something greater. But it was only a few days ago that I realized, I don't know what 'something greater' is or could be."
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