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?)) Example: "By Odin's beard.... You a Human? Oh me? My story aye? Rather flamboyant. Emperor of the Holy Viking realm of Midgard. I prevented Ragnarok. I had my name written on the holy tomes of Valhalla. I didn't die in war, however, I was one to be seen. Complementing myself a bit too much? Maybe. How about you?
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