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: As Tom tries to sit down, he stubbles trying to sit but keeps his balance and doesn't fall. "Oh, my story it's really nothing I came from a small fishing village just north of here, and my parents abandoned me at a young age, so I was forced to live with my abusive uncle. And so, I ran away going town to town trying to scrap anything worth money and when I would get money, I would spend it all on booze until one day a tall, hooded figure approached me and told me that he would give me 1000 scats for a map so I couldn't refuse the offer and took a long journey to stand before your feet" Tom said.
As Tom looked around, he noticed many maps and shiny objects but none of the maps he was looking for. He then noticed it asking the old lady about it and if he could buy it until. When he asked to buy it she started to run mad and started yelling at you. "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…
