Antidot3

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?)) "Who are you?" Angdupsilon distances himself from the old lady, "And what happened?" The elf goes outside the tent, looking around, and then, he turns back and stare at her. "Is anything wrong?" the elf says. Slowly and carefully, he walks towards the old lady and says, "I can't pretend anymore. I am here to find my parents. Could you tell me what happened here?" He then begins telling stories of his youth without his parents, all alone in the wilderness. Now, he has come back to his home village, only to find everything lost.

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?)) "Who are you?" I distance myself from the hag, "And how do you know me?" I go outside the tent, and then, I turn back to the crone and stare at her. "Is anything wrong?" I said.