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 ran away from home because my parents didn't like what race I was, so I ran... I've been on the run ever since I was about 12 years old and have been finding ways to survive out in the wild. You are one of the only people I have made contact with for a very long time. I'm glad that I can talk with another human being.."
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