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 plop down with a small "Uhmph!". "I've been out adventuring for quite some time" I say proudly. "It's been a long and tiresome journey with a wealth of tales to spin", I begin to look around the tent curiously. "So you've been expecting me?" i ask.
