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?))
"Respect to you, elder," I reply, my voice steady as acknowledge her gesture. I take a seat on the indicated cushion, my movements measured and respectful. "I am Durgan Stonehammer, a mountain dwarf from an lineage of blacksmiths and warriors. My journey has led me to this intriguing town, driven by tales of hidden knowledge and ancient artifacts."
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