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?))
“Whats it to you, creep? I’m just passing through peacefully.” They barked. The old women was unwavering. after a moment, they sigh and look up at her; “Do you…do you know of any place to stay nearby?”. The purple haired stranger was visibly dirty and agitated, with bright pink eyes illuminating their face.
