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?))
Ah thank you its been a long journey from the north. "they sit down on the cushion" looking for a place to raise a family in a more suitable place then Oren. my family were actually rat catchers in Oren before the fall of it. sadly my family perished during the fall sadly. The journey has been rough and as you can see ive lost a lot of my possessions but no worry I always travel light anyways but if you dont mind i would like to sleep so goodnight "they get up and walk out looking for a place to sleep. Pal seemed rather puzzled by the crone but none the less he would carry on his adventure".
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