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?))
"oh- I-" *she question how this figure knows who she is, she doesnt remember telling them* "I am Ellenier, but before i continue, who are you"
(for the sake of continuing this lets imagine that that situation sorts it out after some dialog, i tell my story) "ah i see, i'm sorry for my abundance of caution, As you know im Ellenier, i come from a distant land in the search of more," *she wavers for a second* "where i come from, it was daily struggle to survive. There are constant famines, the taxes are absurd and its near impossible to thrive, so, me and some of my brethren decided to set out to find a better land, a better life. Well-" *she stutters, clearly getting a bit emotional*
"As you can see ive made it here alone, i- well i think you can fil in the blanks there.." *she pauses for a second* "But ive made it here- and i plan to set out even farther. Now that ive told you my story. Why exactly are you here?"
