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?)) You eye the cushion before dragging them back to the hag, "I'd rather not."
The old hag smiles with all her crooked teeth before laughing loudly. "HAHAHAH"--she snorts--"HAHOHO", she calms down before saying between laughs "I expected nothing less from you, my dear. Please, sit. I prepared this just for you."
You look around the small tent with candles and books strewn about, "Doesn't seem like you did much, but alright." You sit down before giving a scheming smile, excited.
