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?))
Approaching the old hag with a mixture of caution and curiosity, I lower myself onto the offered cushion and meet her gaze. "I've come seeking answers," I begin, my voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling within me. "My journey has led me through countless trials and battles, yet there are still mysteries that elude me. I've sought wisdom and guidance in every corner of the realm, but none have provided the clarity I seek.
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