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?))
Ivar Hogan slowly walk to the chair and sits down "I've been told by an innkeeper that I could talk to you about my son. I know you know the human man that took my son now I'm going to be straight forward by saying anyone standing in the way of me getting my son back will lose their life man,women,child or.....old hag like yourself it doesn't matter to me. All that matters to me is getting him back. so tell me everything you know now!"
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