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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 know who I am?" You answer her, frustrated by her knowledge. "No one is supposed to know who I really am. How could you have possibly expected me?"

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?)) Silica's eyes narrowed slightly as she took in her surroundings. She noticed that the dim light from the candles had cast eerie shadows on the tent walls. She took a few steps forward with confidence, her white hair flowing behind her as she approached a cushion. Her eyes darted towards the old hag's locking onto them, she stared at her silently, it was as if she was studying her expression. "Expecting me, you say?" Her voice came out in a steady tone, sitting down gracefully she continued. "I suppose there is no harm in sharing a bit of my story with an old hag like yourself." She paused for a moment, glancing down at the bite marks on her left hand. Using her right hand, she placed it on top of her left, holding it as her eyes met the old hag's once again. "I come from a place far away from this swamp. My journey has been a long one and filled with many challenges that most would turn their backs to. . Somehow, I have still ended up here and telling an old hag my story." She let out a soft sigh, removing her right hand from her left. "As you can see, some challenges are more evident than others." She referred to the bite marks casted on her left hand. "I've faced many different obstacles, creatures, people. . But again, despite this, I still have found my way here." Her lips curled into a slight smile, revealing her sharp canines. "Perhaps there is a reason for it, perhaps fate has more in store for me. So, tell me, old hag." She leaned her torso forward a bit, her crimson eyes narrowing at the hag. "What is waiting for me in this dingy town?"

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?)) "HAHA why thank you! *I sit on the seat* I have come from up north, my commanding officer had asked me to warn you of an incoming danger. I am a crusader of the (Insert faction name here, I don't know if you have any factions) and Their is a legion of Trolls coming to kill you all. But fear not for I am your shield! I shall protect your village from those bastards"

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?)) *Tulgon glares at her*"I don't give anything for free"*he says eyeing the hag as she scowls and pulls out a single gold coin and hands it to the dwarf Tulgon nods and takes the coin and tucks it into his pocket*"I am Tulgon son of Lugon and a smith by trade and heratig"*he says with a scruffy voice the hag looks at him her eyes turning into slits*"so I assume your a skilled smith tought by your father"*the hag says with a sinister grin showing her pearly yellows Tulgon forwns*"my father taught me nothing that old fool but I'll show him I'm twice the smith he is when I forge the perfect sword even the gods will fear it"*he says with a as he crosses his arms over his shoulder the hag waves her hand dissmissivly*"I'm sure you will"*she says Tuglons eyes turn to a rage as he pulls out an axe*"you dought me hag"*he says readying his axe but the hag snaps her fingers and Tulgons eyes go blank as he go's under her hex*"leave and forget this encounter oh and give back that coin"*the hag says with a grin as Tulgon places a coin on the table and walkns out like a puppet on string only to regain sense once he's a fair wways away from the tent the hag lives as he looks around not sure how he got there*