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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?)) Example: (delete this) "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…

Your character steps into a shadowy, swampy town, where crooked shacks and cabins stand along the soggy streets. The air is thick with the stench of decaying wood and wet moss. They slip into a ragged tent illuminated by flickering, floating candles. At the far end, an old hag lifts her gaze and asks, "What brings you to this wretched place?" She pauses, her eyes narrowing as she studies their face. "Ah, it’s you. I’ve been waiting for you. Sit," she says, motioning to a worn cushion. "Now, tell me your story."((How do you respond?)) I was born under a blood moon, in a village that no longer exists. Burned to ash by men who feared what they didn’t understand. I survived. Not by luck, but by promise—one whispered to me in dreams and carved into the bones of the forest.