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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.” He seemed to hesitate from the old hag not sure if he should sit with the lady. Through the silents, he brang himself to the cushion that she was gesturing to. He was exhausted from traveling from his hometown of petra. He knew that now he needed to respond to answer her. " How do you know who I am" , he said with a concerned face. She replied "because you and your mother came here many years ago when you were little". He said with a desperate tone "you know my mother I haven't seen her since she was taken from me by orcs". "when was last time you say her I've been trying to find her to give her my fathers ring before he passed" he asked the lady. "It has been about three days since I saw her come through these parts she told me she was heading north to Ugruan ." then I should be own my way," he said as he got up from the cushion and left the tattered tent.
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