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? What brings ye to old Gal's doorstep this find spring morn? Perhaps a bit of wisdom from the ages? She made a drammatic pause. Speak thy mind, and let us see if I can be of service to ye... 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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