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?)
Taking a cautious step forward, he nods respectfully to the old hag, acknowledging her words with a faint tilt of his head. His gaze, steady and unwavering, meets hers, conveying a silent message of readiness and vigilance.
"I seek guidance," he replies in a voice tinged with the gravelly timbre of one accustomed to command. "The path ahead is shrouded in uncertainty, and I am but a traveller in search of answers."
Seating himself on the cushion, the warrior settles into a stance of quiet strength, his posture relaxed yet poised for action at a moment's notice. With a steady gaze fixed upon the old hag, he prepares to recount the tales of his journey, trusting in her wisdom to illuminate the shadows that obscure his path.
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