Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
"I sit on the cushion with grace as I begin to tell my tale" I have traveled many dark lonely nights to see you. I have followed many leads and tales of your being to find you. I have fought fiercely around the world, lost many a friend, and defeated many a foe. I do this for one thing, my only wish, I wish only to see your true identity.
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