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?))
"Oh, Uh, well..." She looks around, pulling a little at her sleeves, before slowly sitting down, "I dont exactly have the most exciting story... Just from a small farm near the Amaethea border... I've always wanted to travel, despite what my father said, so one day I just.. left... I just came here to find work." she pauses, tilting her head a bit, "Who are you? Why did you know who I was?'"
