Tizlyne

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?))
"Um hello" I stutter in my unease. "I'm from the mangrove village out in the west. Our Lord of the village has sent me here on a quest to find something for his wife's illness but I dont know what cure may be found for her illness is quite severe...."