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?))
Example: I smile nonchalantly and look into her eyes. "Well that is a long story ms. And one that will be told in due time. But do tell me, what is the magic you hold, as I am on a quest for knowledge and magic, all different forms are appreciated" I look at her with a smile. Awaiting her response. One I'm sure that she was expecting, as she already knew I was coming.
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