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))
(preface I didnt know how in depth you wanted I also play DND so I could make this go on if you want)
Darrak: “My tale I feel you already mostly know, what you really want to know is where next correct?” He gazes around the tent taking in his surroundings
