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?))
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-Did you expect me?
-Yes, Añodez, I have been waiting for you for a long time.
-It seems you know my name, It could be true
-I'll tell you my story:
I come from far to the north, there, he belonged to a cult, the Naftotica Order, where he was a senior officer. They sent me off, I tore my boots and had to run away, they chased me for a long time, and in the end I ended up here.
-I hope you tell me now your reasons why you waited for me
-yes, I will tell you in due time
