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?))
"Greetings, stranger," Gimel say to the woman, "My tale is a long one, do ye have the time?" She nods, and Gimel sits down, ready to begin his tale, at the beginning. "I was born many years ago, 23 years to be exact," Gim begins, "I had always wanted to explore the world, ye see, from a young age. I lived in a small town, that has long been gone, destroyed by an evil scourge, an endless hunger. I fled to this 'ere lands, and started anew." Gimel’s hands are whipping all around, full of emotion and excitement. "I traveled far, from the East and the West, seeking the answers to the worlds' secrets. I scaled mountains, traversed plains, and crossed past seas. I may only be 23, but the call of adventure waits for nobody, ye hear?" As Gimel continues, Gimel notices the old woman nodding off, "Are ye listening, old one?" Gimel asks, somewhat angry, "I was telling ye my story, and you decide to doze off?" The elderly woman jerks away, confused and disoriented. "What-its-me-oh!" She exclaims, candles flickering. "I am sorry for wasting yer time, lady." Gimel annouces, walking off, to new adventures.
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