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.” "Oh hello their, I have am here to embark on a journey, for I seek the lost knowledge of the past and uncover their secrets from within as my father before me once tried" my eyes start to pace around the tent I sense kindness behind the old hags eyes as I slightly let my guard down still checking the surrounding waiting for an answer from the old woman which seems like an eternity then I hear it, the sound of blades clacking against each other following the sound of men grunting and groaning, before I make my move to check it out the old lady finally says something. "Pay no mind its probably another bar fight, it happens all the time, come take a seat, as I tell you the answers for which you seek" the old lady says, as I take my mind of it, as I am about to take a seat on the cushion made of crappy materials, from the grunting and groaning I hear a familiar female voice say " Hey you ***** comeback here and give me what you owe". I go outside to check then with a shock that feels like I have been frozen in place unable to move an inch I see....(to be continued).
