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 gaze around, taking note of all the tent's belongings as i kneel in front of the lady in front of me. "this story is long, i think im going to need something to drink as the story unfolds." a smile spreads across my face as i meet my gaze to the old hag's.
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