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 didn't now you were expecting me? do i know you " i say with a detriment voice. i was patiently waiting for a response until she asked me about my upbringing. I answered that my parents left me for dead in the woods at 3 years of age and i fended for myself until i was found by the Vukh Clan. There i trained my skills and became a pretty good warrior i sad while maintaining eye contact through out.
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