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?))
Derek sat down, his armored limbs dragging heavy across the ground. "I am Derek," he stated, his voice heavy but authoritative under the heavy helm. "I came here to seek peace, as despite my body, I am only 25," his cold glove rested on the cheek of the helm. "That is all." He stated, getting up from the chair.
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