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?)) "You... were expecting me?" Archemaus asks softly, sitting down on the cushion as asked, "I... well... my home is gone. I'm just a wanderer now. My village was attacked, and... I believe I'm the only survivor. My mother and father brought me up to be the greatest warrior of my people..." Archemaus gives a bitter chuckle, "Though, I suppose the dream of my parents wasn't meant to be. I wasn't even able to save my own home... but there's no use dwelling on the past anymore. What's done is done. Now, explain, what do you mean you were expecting me?"
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