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?))
As I look around the tent curiously, my heart starts to beat with the excitement of a new adventure. I sit down, looking deeply into her eyes, confidently I say "My name is Astra, those who know me definitely do. I've come to this town looking for the thing" Unknowing what I look for, I try my luck with a big shot, to see how the old lady reacts. One thing that I'm certain about, my confidence will not let me down.
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