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?))
hibnor sighs "i do not have time to tell you but im on the run if you can help me then maybe i will tell you my story but for now i need to go what do you say?"
old hag grins "deal!"
hibnor: well it started when i killed my partner with my crossbow-
old hag:so your a killer now are you?
hibnor: let me finish!
hibnor sighs
hibnor: i killed him yes but it was an accident
old hag raises eye brow
hibnor:the string broke and we relay weren't on good terms that week so they automatically assumed i did it on purpose so now I'm on the run thats my story so lets go.
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