IamMegamouse173

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 choose not to sit, and instead walk around the room, examining objects. "Are you per chance, the witch I was informed about?" I ask coldly. I pull a knife from a pouch on my waist. "Because if you are, your day just got a whole lot worse." I grin an evil smile. "That is, unless you tell me where you've hidden the treasure."