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?))
Example:
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until...
You decide to let your vulnerable side take over - what is the worst that this woman could do? You speak slowly and hesitantly, as if having trouble to remember past events. "I used to live in a lonesome forest in a mountain range, with my uncle and cousin, with only a small community to socialise with. I used to work on a farm, you see." he stares solemnly into the old woman's eyes, and then continuing after a deep breath. "I feel as if I am destined for great things however. It was after a bittersweet moment when I realised that this might never come true, when our village got raided and my uncle... killed. I had to run away to survive, and have been wandering the wilderness ever since."
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