WhiteReq

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?))

"Honestly I was told by an old member of my group there was a beautiful kingdom out west that they always wanted to see but we were separated a while ago and was hoping to find her..." I take a look around the atmosphere and then outside. "A wild guess, maybe, but this isnt it?"