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.” "ow hi, you know me?" I say whilst looking at the women with a shocked face. "Yes I know you, But not by name. I recognize you from the dreams i've been having" she said, "dr... dre... dreams?" I asked in disbelieve.
old hag: "Yes, everytime something life changing happens I dream about it"
me: "well yes, life changing it is"
me: "I came here to tell you I fought alongside your son in the war, and I am sorry to tell you that he passed away."
The old hag wanted to cry but kept her tears in and offered me a place to rest and eat. During dinner it was quiet, she was in a lot of pain and started asking questions about the war and how her son died. I told her al the good things about Godfrey and then i slowly started talking about the incident. I told her that he was hit by an arrow while storming to a castle. The arrow was meant for me but Godfrey saved me.
After dinner we went asleep and the next morning i started my journey back home.
