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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 respond?) “For I am a exiled prince, long exiled by my kingdom that once had prospered and conquered many fields and mountains, many valleys and villages. The kingdom that I once ruled, now in shambles, destroyed and in ruin, sits and awaits for a new worthy ruler that should lead the people and restore the kingdom to it’s former glory.” Sir Andrew sighs “ I shall try again to be the ruler of the long lost kingdom of Aurelia Magnifica”