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?)) Aien looks a little taken aback by the hag's response to his entry and scans the room for any signs of hostility, "Expecting me? Well okay." Aien then sits on the cushion to explain why he's come to the hag's tent."I'm looking for guidance, I've been traveling for what feels like a long time but I've got nothing to show for it. Ever since I was small my mother would tell me that the most important thing I can do is stay true to who I am but I cannot begin to fathom what that is. In my travels I've seen much but I don't feel like I've learned. I've met many but I have no connections. I'm doing everything I dreamed of as a child but I get no gratification. For some reason I just feel empty, lost."
