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- uh..." she mutters, timidly sitting down. "You've been expecting me? Who... who exactly are you?" she asks, nervously fidgeting with her hair. She looks around the tent, observing the environment around her.
((i fully understand if my skin needs to be changed, just let me know and ill work on it ^^))
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