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?))
"Yes, it is me. Did you expect someone else? You knew I was coming so don't look so surprised."
I put a hand on my sword
"Give me the gold, you old Hag. You've dodged payment long enough. I'll tell you about myself once my pocket is filled, and not a moment sooner"
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