Doorknob

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 look up at the old hag with a disgusted look across my face as I squint my eyes at her as I say. "I have just traveled across the plunderable desert and over the Gregale mountains and through the valleys of despair. I need a place to rest for I am very tired." I look down at my worn boots and sigh while saying "Where's my super suit....And coffee?" *HEROIC MUSIC PLAYS AND LIHTS SHINE UPPON ME AS I GET MY COFFEE*