Gal was sitting on the front door of her hut, taking a drag from her pipe, when her old eyes landed on you. A sly grin curled in her lips. Seek ye a tale, good folk? Or perhaps the wisdom of the ages?... Fear not, dear soul... and gather thy courage to step into old Gal's humble hut... She made a dramatic pause. But beware, for ye might find more than ye ever wished to know... She chuckled—coughing the smoke of her own pipe.
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