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?))
*Zylia takes a seat, cautious of the woman in front of her before speaking* "I suppose I could spare a bit of time." *Zylia pauses before continuing* "There is not much story to tell as I am on a journey to find inner peace through nature. However, on my journey thus far I have encountered many beasts and had to abandon my people after an attack. That is all the stories I have time for, I must get going to continue, thank you." *She bows her head before peeking out of the tattered tent and disappearing back into the dim-lit town.*
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