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?)) I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Thank you for seeing me," I say as I take a seat on the cushion. "My name is Micheal myurs , and I'm a collector/traveler. I've come to this town because I've heard rumors of a powerful artifact hidden somewhere in these swamps. I believe it may hold the key to unlocking a great mystery, one that has haunted me for years." I pause for a moment, wondering how much I should reveal to this stranger. But something in her gaze urges me to continue. "I've been on this quest for a long time, and I've faced many challenges and dangers. But I've also discovered unexpected allies and learned valuable skills along the way. Now, I'm determined to find this artifact and unlock the secrets it holds." I look back at the old hag, wondering if she has any advice or information that could help me on my quest. "What about you? What do you know of this artifact or the swamps? Any information you could share would be greatly appreciated."
