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You hunch onto the cushion, mud dripping from your boots. “Name’s Vrogg,” you croak. “Cast out from my kin for takin’ scraps not mine. Been wanderin’ ever since—wolves, thieves, hunger at my back. Ended up in this swamp ‘cause folk say it hides second chances… or curses. Maybe I’ll take either.” You squint at the hag. “But you—sayin’ you expected me? What d’you see in a wretch like me?”