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?))
She paces towards the cushion, while thinking to herself what she should share with the hag. She lays on the cushion and begins what she has to say, "I'm, Purrsophon, a traveller from distant lands. I grew up in the heart of Grand Snoobia", she waits a little before continuing "The people in my city werent the kindest to my kind, as they humiliated us for years, before finally accepting us in Snoobia." She looks straight at the hag, noticing her strong gaze and interest in her story. The smell feels weird, like she has never snuffed an odor like this before, it somehow gives off a peaceful vibe. "A few years ago I decided to leave Snoobia, since I wanted to pursue my lifegoals and start travelling across the entire world, one day I'll settle somewhere I feel safe. Hopefully that day comes soon." With excitement and interest filling her body, she asks the hag "Well, thats my story for the big part, do you mind telling me your and this swampy towns tale?"
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