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?))
Mug looks at the old hag with a surprised look. As he walks inside he can smel a tarible odur coming from her, as if she smeled like a roting corpse. "What do you mean you where waiting for me?,, Mug clenched his fist almoust as if he is about to atack, but holds back.
" I do not know ho you are and where I am, I got lost while hunting.
He walk over to the old hag and lifts her off the ground, as he is lifting her he speaks:
" I dement you tell me where I am? And how can get back to "Krugmar,, ? I demand you tell me, or I will kill you and everyone else in this litle town of yourse,,
