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?))
"Well, i was wandering around trying to find place to live." she sits down on the cushion "i used to be a bartender so maybe thats something i should try to do. sadly the inn i was workin in got burned down few days ago by some orcs. we couldnt fight them off, we arent warriors, and most of so called adventurers just fleed when they saw them. they stole our iron, all of it, i dont really know what they need it for, but it isnt anything good for sure. now im pretty lost, i got this map but its destroyed and i dont have any compass to find directions" she pulls out piece of half burnt ragged paper and places it down "im not really a survivalist so its basically useles. but maybe you know where i could find any town? I really need some place to live, and i dont have much food left."
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