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?))
My Story well I come from a land far from here a land a land that full with life but empty at the same time I have been wondering to find a new purpose in life I came to this land we are on because I had heard stories of this land from Travelers and this land mystical abilities. The old hag look at this traveler with curiosity than the hag began this land is mystical but in the wrong way it's cursed all the pain in this land comes from a tree in the middle of the swamp this town was a nice town but since that man planted his curse on this poor land there has been nothing but pain. The traveler had a look of what he must do than the traveler stated I will free this land from this old wretched curse. Than the hag said this I knew you was the one take this if you want end this curse she handed him a small box than she said don't open it till your at the tree than she sent him off
