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?)) My name is Anfur and I come from a city very far away. I loved my home, I had everything there was to have, love, money, but overnight, I was exiled from my home. They accused me of murder, and I tried to convince them that it was not true, but there was no option and they expelled me from the city. I haven't eaten anything for 10 days, and I ended up in this place talking to you.
