Nomegla

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 move my gaze towards the woman, staring intensely. After a silent moment, I say "I am but a traveler, who finds pleasure in chaos.". After another soundless pause, I continue "I've searched the lands, seas, and skies for years. Searching, for it. That... That dragon. After all it's done, it still hides away.".