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 feel shocked because what she said but after a while I speak up. "I was just looking for a place to rest and continue my journey". The old hag still listening and I continue my story. "I-I came from Eldoria The Encahnted Isle. I am on my way to the The Shattered Isles to learn and study from a Master named Eldrin Valenwood.
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