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 seat down, carefully , getting comfortable on the cushion ,as rain starts to fall down from the cloud covered sky. -"I thank you for the seat, as I much prefer siting here then in the pouring rain but i must ask, ho are you exactly and for what reason do you expect me?"...
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