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?))
"I've been searching for him." I say, as I start to sit down with the hag. "You know who I'm talking about. He has her. And I've tried to leave my violent ways behind, but he's left me no choice." I gesture to the sword thats slung around my back, and then to the small blood stains on my clothes.
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