ErrantPen989

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?))
 

"Yes, right away, maam." You say, straightening as you begin to pace the room." 

Before you can continue you notice the dust hanging in the still air of the room. You glance around and now see that you are covered in the musty filth. You quickly take to dusting yourself off before you go further.  The old woman scoffs but you pay her know heed.

Once satisfied you continue: "My name is Errant. The youngest in my family, my father always said that my birth was pure coincidence. An error, on his part. Hence my somewhat derogatory given name. I have come a long way looking for many things." You turn to the old hag and smirk. " but the most significant item I have come in search of... is you, grandmother."