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?))
You take a seat in front of the old hag and look at her with deep eyes, saying nothing at first just staring up at her sunken face. You lose the staring contest and look down to remove your gloves. "You want to my story do you..?" You say as you were unshaken by the familiarity the hold hag with you. "Well bring my some ale.. it's a long story and I'd hate to tell it with a dry throat!" You exlaim..
