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?)) Zaphnath steps off the boat. he remains silent and looks around the town from the docks. he thinks to himself " What a strange land. I wonder if this can become my new home?" Zaphnath looks over and see's the elderly woman. he stares at her as she ask's him what his purpose is remaining silent. he studies her movements closely standing tall and strong over the elderly lady. Zaphnath replies to her saying "she's been expecting you." "Expecting me? Mrs. I have never been here a day in my life." Zaphnath pauses for a few more moments studying the elderly woman to see if she remains content on knowing him. Zaphnath walks over confused to the woman as he takes his seat and begins to listen to what she has to say.
