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 came from a far and distant village, not a big one. When I've completed childhood and adolescence my parents told me to leave the town and look for a better place . I found this village, and found many others. I've even made a map for my journey. When I was in a village not too far away from here, a person told me to go to this place. That village was not that good, and this village is probably better.
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