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?)) You take the seat offered by the old hag. While you compose yourself before you begin speaking you look around. You look at all the small knick-knacks and strange objects on shelves across the wall. "I bet all those items have some interesting stories behind them." You think to yourself. "I should tell her only what she needs to hear. Keep my true intentions to myself." You continue the thought. Then finally realizing the old woman's stare starting to become uneasy you begin talking. "This is how it all started....."
