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.”
You don’t sit.
You remain standing, eyes faintly glowing in the candlelight as you scan the tent before settling back on her.
“…Then you already know I don’t tell stories.”
A pause.
“I end them.”

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