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?))
"Uh... Hello Mrs..." the little elf shyly walk in and sat down " I'm just traveling from place to place around and then got stumbled to this place. I have wandered a lot of places to find a place where I can stay and call it home, as my old home is now destroyed... I have met some kind people here they welcome me and I want to know more about this place I feel safe to stay here and learn more about it" The elf look at the old lady "She would pause a bit, wait... how did you know me?" the little elf being curious but then she put a cookie on the table for the old lady "I would like to stay here than keep wandering around and have nowhere to go left".
