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?)) Artemis inhales deeply, then exhales, scrunching his nose at the smell of the rotted wood. "How do you know me," he asks plainly, his voice confident and purposeful, but with a tinge of compassion. Before the hag can respond, he continues, "I am but a traveler." His eyes hidden from her sight underneath the brim of his large hat. "I am merely passing through, and wish no trouble." He shifts underneath his large gray robe.
"I don't know why I have entered into your tent. My apologies. But since I am here, where am I? What can you tell me about this place?" He tilts his head up to meet her own, revealing his bright blue eyes. His expression is blank, or at least as blank as he can make it, although his eyes are extreme... almost piercing.
