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 step inside, taking in the dim glow of the candles and the damp scent of wax and earth. The air feels heavy, thick with something unspoken. My eyes scan the tent before I lower myself onto the cushion, keeping my posture relaxed but attentive.
"You've been expecting me?" I ask, my voice steady. "Then you already know why I'm here."
The old hag watches me, her expression unreadable. I shift slightly, making myself comfortable. "So why don’t you tell me about yourself—and how you know me?"
She lets out a quiet chuckle, the firelight flickering in her eyes. "How about we grab some tea while we're at it?"
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