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.”
I begin to sit down on the cushion when I notice the third person in the room. They had a slender body with curly orange hair and a face full of freckles hidden behind the thick round glasses they had. They were wearing a dark green button up shirt a pair of blue jeans, and a set of sneakers. A human. "Don't mind them" the old lady said. "They are just my butler."
I looked back at her and began to tell my story. "It was a normal day at the mountain, not'ing different, I was just minding my business w'en all of a sudden I 'ad a vision of my w'ole family dead on the ground, drowned in a pool of t'ere own blood." "So you are here for my assistance?" The old lady asked. "Yes I fear t'at if I do not'ing it mig't come true." I said, body slightly trembling at the thought. "My assistance extracts a heavy price." She said. "I am willing to do anyt'ing to guaranty t'e safety of my family." I said in a tone that was sad with a bit of begging. "Fine." She said.
I sprout up and immediately say "T'ank you"
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