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?)) "h-how do you know me" Viessa stuttered "you look just like your mother. Died last year t'was such a shame she was killed by a thief right?" the hag said half mockingly "what do you want with me old hag" Viessa asked "to pay your debt to me as your mother should've" "YOU KNOW NOTHING OF ME NOR MY MOTHER" she yelled as she drew her bow. It was a bow that was given to her by her mother when she turned 16. "you can give me that bow and I will erase your debt to me" "NEVER" Viessa cried but it was already too late the crone snatched the bow from Viessas hands and shoved her her out the tent. Viessa grabbed her sword and ran back in the tent but the hag was gone she had sworn on her mothers grave that she would kill the thief that killed her mother with that bow and now that the hag had taken it her quest was to get the bow back.
