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.” ("please, please don't tell anyone I'm here *I stare at the ground ashamed at my presence at this horrible cabin* "I need the potion, I know you have it. My friend, my kind wont help him, and he's dying. I know you have the potion. *Thinks: I know I sound desperate, but this is the only way to save him...*) Example: (delete this)
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
