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 pull my hood off I as i look at her. "well ive just been wondering around for years" I say as I take off the my mask and continue "looking for work here and there trying to keep my head up as i look for the people who killed my parents so long ago" I say holding the rage that is bubbling inside my at the time.
