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.”
"I am not used to tell stories about me." you say, carefully appreciating the surroundings while sitting. You scratch your head, adjust your mask, and adopt an ankle cross with your legs before adding "But I guarantee you that those are the most thought-provoking."

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