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.”
Aberham froze in his place "Me... you were expecting me? Where the hell am I old lady. This is not my cottage."
The realization of his situation is starting to settle in his heart while a pit is forming in his stomach "God.... what is that horrible smell? Is. That. You?!?!"
Aberham slowly starts to back out of the tent "Are you the one who brought me here? Where are my blades? My clothes? Wait....wait. NO no no no no. someone took my gold pouch."
With nothing but the clothes on his back and what little skills he has Aberham accepted the little fact that he was alone, but now in this smelly, muddy shack he has this hag. "okay well it looks like i am stuck here. *Walks towards the crusty and stained cushion* Lady. *Sighs* Go take a Damn bath."
Aberham starts to loose his thoughts the deeper he analyzes the situation.
He looks over the Hag with a stern look on his face "Hag...... What is next?"
