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?)) Example: "Yes Ma'am?" Cole says with slight confusion but then he remembers why he was there "Oh yes you are the merchant I have been told much about. On how you have some very rare but unique and one of a kind deals." He then checks behind him to see if there's a way out, Then he spreads his legs and sits on the stool laid out for him. "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
