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.” reaches out and touches one of the suspended candles then looks over to the hag " i didn't expect to find a town in the middle of a swamp, but here i am" signs a relieves tension in shoulders "i was out hunting and got a bit turned around within the swamp, and i eventually ended up here"
