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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?))
Nakitu hesitates at the entrance of the tattered tent, his nostrils twitching at the scent of rotted wood and wet moss. As the old hag speaks, his jaw tightens imperceptibly. He steps forward, his movements measured. "I am here seeking business opportunities," he begins, his voice carrying a faint edge. His gaze meets the hag's momentarily before flickering away. "And perhaps... a bit of local knowledge," he adds, his tone betraying a hint of skepticism. Recalling his origins, Nakitu recounts his upbringing as a member of the esteemed household Bakar. From a young age, he was immersed in the world of trade and commerce, learning the ropes under the tutelage of his family. Tales of daring voyages and legendary artifacts fueled his desire for adventure, driving him to seek out the secrets hidden in the far corners of the world. Raised amidst the bustling markets and bustling ports, Nakitu honed his skills in negotiation and persuasion, quickly rising through the ranks of his household. But beneath his success lies a restless spirit, yearning to explore the unknown and uncover the mysteries that lie beyond. As he stands in the dimly lit tent, Nakitu knows that his journey is just beginning. With the wisdom of his ancestors guiding him, he prepares to venture into the murky depths of the swampy town, ready to uncover its secrets and forge his own path in the world.