As I settled onto the cushion, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. How did this old hag know me? I tried to mask my nervousness and began to recount my story.
"I'm a traveler, on a journey to find the lost city of Zara. Legend has it that Zara holds an ancient artifact, a powerful talisman that can grant any wish to its possessor."
The old hag nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. "And what makes you think you're the one to find it?"
I took a deep breath and tried to gather my thoughts. "I come from a long line of adventurers. My father was a renowned explorer, and his father before him. It's in my blood. Plus, I've been studying the maps and clues for years. I'm certain I'm close."
The old hag leaned back and closed her eyes, as if lost in thought. "The lost city of Zara... I've heard tales of it myself. Many have tried to find it, but few have returned. It's said that the swamp itself protects the city, and only those with pure intentions will be allowed to enter."
I felt a shiver run down my spine at her words. Was I pure of heart? Did I have the right intentions?
The old hag opened her eyes again and fixed me with a piercing gaze. "If you truly believe in your quest, I may be able to help you. But be warned, the journey will be treacherous, and the price of the talisman may be greater than you can imagine."
I nodded, my heart racing with excitement and fear. "I'll do whatever it takes. I must find the talisman and use it for good."
The old hag nodded slowly, a sly smile creeping onto her face. "Then it's settled. I'll give you the key to unlocking the swamp's secrets. But remember, once you enter the swamp, you may never return the same."
With that, she reached into a pocket and produced a small, ornate key. She handed it to me and gestured towards the tent's entrance. "The swamp is waiting for you, adventurer. Go forth and fulfill your destiny."
