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?))
*Ludvig looks doughtfully at the crooked woman.* *Ludvig eventually sits where the woman has told him to.* A little more silence passes before ludvig says "my name is Ludvig, son of Njal.* A few seconds pass and the Hag doesnt answer, so Ludvig Abides to her request and begins to tell his story. "I come from far away, many seas away. A horrible accident at sea acurred, I have since drifted hear, to these lands. I Havent been able to sleep more than a hour at a time ever since the accident occured. Ive wandered around for a couple of months now and i just happened to stumple across your horrible little town." Before the woman can even process the information, Ludvig asks "What is the best way to get money in these ereas? I dont care about whether their legal or not I just need to know* The old woman responded "Im not the one to ask for such information."
