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?)) "Heya!" Cerys slips off her vest and sets it on the cushion. She smiles and sits down on the cushion, keeping her eyes on the woman, "So, I was backpacking from Petra since I didn't feel like I fit in there. I've been traveling for 3 weeks. This town looked interesting, so I stopped here to see if there was anything interesting happening!" She giggles and shuffles in her seat as she awaits the woman's response.
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