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've been travelling for a while, looking for this place," Roland says, coolly. "I've heard many tales and stories, tales or fortune and treasure. Exactly what I came looking for, a place to really expand and get my riches." Roland keeps a cool look about him through the entire conversation, showing that he's been around for some quite time, and has seen a lot in that time.
"I see. In that case, you have certainly come to the right place, and your fortune certainly awaits," Says the old hag. She then gestures Roland along.
Roland gets up, and heats towards the town, where his fortune awaits.
