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?))
"As you say, my dear seeress, it seems my reputation precedes me even in these murky corners of the world. Indeed, I am Aeniron Calithil, a merchant by trade and a seeker of fortunes. I traverse realms and lands, seeking relics of power, treasures lost to time, and opportunities to weave my wealth into greater enterprises, ive no time to tell my story but have you got what i came for?"
