DELEERE

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 uh.. What do ye mean?" With fear in his eyes sits down on the cushion. While the Old Hag smiles as you sit down u feel a sudden pain in urn neck. Ye look down to see a crow perched on the shoulder of his body he jumps up and starts to ask the Old Hag "Why is this Crow in urn Cabin and why do ye keep looking at me with that devilish look in your eyes?" The Old Hag replies back with " You shouldn't have moved from urn seat boy." The Old Hag then laugh's with a evil intent then everything goes black...

"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…