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?))
While the look of the city wasn't the best, Gheo isn't very sensitive to smells or very careful in the places he gets into, and he would definitely see a place like that as just another ordinary city. Besides, he always believed that old people were adorable and that if they didn't offer you a suspicious apple, there was nothing to fear them about. "I was just walking and found myself here," he would kindly explain, "Do you know me yet?" he would say in surprise, "Great!" He would exclaim excitedly. "My name is Gheo, what is yours? Well, just a few years ago, I was born of two passionate lovers, from them I learned everything I know [...]. But now I find myself on a journey to find myself and for what I was really made [...] I know how to dance multiple dances of ancient folklore, my parents loved to study ancient cultures and take their customs. [...]" and so Gheo would continue until the hours passed, it seemed never to end.
