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 was born in Amaethea land of the elves but i got bored of their ways and decided to venture forth and see the world. Then on the road I got a telepathic message to come to this tent" I said. "You're wiser than i expected" the old hag said with interest. "why did you call me to this mosqito riddled dump?" I say with a tinge of uncertainty in my voice. "we'll get to that said the old hag but first you must sleep" she cackled, a great sense of fatigue overcomes me as i try to scramble out of the tent. but then darkness...
