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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?)) Volition hit her head as she ducked into the tent, whispering a small 'ow' before her eyes widened at the magic. She was about to reach for it, her eyes sparkling as if she hadn't seen the same witchcraft over and over again. She yanked her hand away when she noticed the old woman, dipping her head in respect. "Dingy isn't the right word... Maybe cozy?" she whispered to herself, her eyes widening as the woman seemed to expect her. She tilted her head, glancing at the cushion she offered. "I wasn't planning on staying long." she raised her hands up innocently, "I was just." she trailed off, looking at how the old woman seemed to expect her to eventually sit down no matter what she tried to say. She let out a small sigh before sliding into the chair, flashing a small smirk. "You won't like what you hear," she glanced up, feeling almost comforted by the woman's smile, "fine, on with it then..."