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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?))
 

I froze the moment she spoke. Feeling my heart pound in my chest the sound reached to my ears as they fletched. I looked around taking in my surroundings to see if anyone, a single soul, was here in this tattered tent with us. I kept looking until I saw no one, I'd slowly begun to realize she was talking to Me, but why? In one swift motion, I turned my gaze to her and pointed at myself with my trembling finger as I began to sweat. "W-Wait, me!?"

My voice high-pitched and wary with a hint of curiosity in my tone as I stuttered, feeling my body tense and tremble ever so slightly I swallowed nervously taking a step back looking at her then at the chair she wanted me to sit in. I wanted to run to get away from this place, but forced myself to stay as my curiosity got the better of me. I forced a small smile on my face and walked towards the chair like a stiff Nutcracker. She found this oddly funny as she thought to herself, “This is where my story began… in a tattered tent, great…”