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?)) Ah, well I’m escaping from an old kingdom my father rules over… my reason is because I fell for the leader of the rebellion, her and her people were in slaved thus leading the rebellion but… she and my father passed after their battle… I mean none of any trouble I just wish for a place to spend the night and have a meal then I shall leave in the morning…
