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?))
I glance at the surrounding area and sit down while looking at the woman "It is a pleasure to meet you, but I am sad to say I do not know your name." I pause to adjust my position. "I come here from my mountain home of the mines, I wish to explore and find most rare and incredible artifacts and history. It started years ago in a mine, I wished to explore rather than burn my hands for the labor and riches. I have been traveling some time, but none of my stories are good enough to please. I wish to know the nearest major city to start my adventure." I hold out a hand and say "If you need any work Do not be afraid to call on me."
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