Megamouse173

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?)) Akuji sits down on the cushion. "Why do you wish to hear my story?" Akuji asks calmly. "It's growing dark, and it would be a waist to spend this time doing nothing, so go on, tell me your story." The old hag says. "Well, I've got time too kill. and other things..." Akuji muttered the last part under their breath. "Pardon?" The hag questions. "It's nothing." Akuji says smiling. "So are you going to tell me your story?" The hag asks. "Of course. My story begins 6 years ago, when I was still living off the streets. I made my living off of stealing from others. One day, the owner of a house caught me. But instead of shipping me off to the guards, they took interest in my skills. They showed me how to use a weapon, how to pick locks, and even how to brew poisons. They showed me to the rest of his group. You could call it a cult, a guild, it was many things. But in order for me to join, I had to have approval from the demon they worshiped. They continued to train me for a few years, until I was ready for my first mission. The mission you ask? Find you and steal that magic orb you have." I stand up and move towards the old hag, drawing my daggers. "So, are you going to tell me where it is?" Akuji asks warmly. The hag stutters as she tells Akuji where it's hidden. "Thank you for your help, old hag." I turn around and walk towards the exit of the tent. I turn back around to face the hag. "Oh, and thanks for the nice chat." Akuji throws her daggers at the hag. "See you in hell." Akuji says as she leaves the tent, and starts walking into the distance.

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?)) I choose not to sit, and instead walk around the room, examining objects. "Are you per chance, the witch I was informed about?" I ask coldly. I pull a knife from a pouch on my waist. "Because if you are, your day just got a whole lot worse." I grin an evil smile. "That is, unless you tell me where you've hidden the treasure."

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?)) I apologize, but i do not wish to tell my story.