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?)) For I my wise spirited soul, have come to find something that is missing, but to what is missing I'm not sure. I have, but few distinct memories of what I'm looking for. It seems as though you know me, so I ask for your guidance. I will fulfill whatever wish you may desire, help you or whomever I meet on the way. If you would kindly help me. I will serve these lands as I have before for the world may be cruel, but I will never turn my back on it. Please help this lost soul and thy shall give my word.
