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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?)) Example:
I lower myself onto the offered cushion, the dim light of the tent casting flickering shadows on my weathered face. With a nod of acknowledgment, I begin, "I come in search of the unknown, drawn to this dingy town by the call of fate. I am Bjorn Ironheart, a son of the North, my story woven in the tapestry of Viking legacy and the relentless pursuit of honor. What prophecy or tale has led you to expect me, old one? Share your wisdom, and let the threads of destiny unravel before us."
