Halooga

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?)) "Well, I've been wandering around the land for quite a long time now." I relax a little, realizing the old hag means no harm "At a young age I was trained in combat along many other children, but there was this kid who stuck out to me, he always talked about becoming the strongest warrior in the world" I relax a bit more and a smile crosses my face as I'm telling my story "We became good friends after awhile... we even started a bit of a rivalry. But then one day he died from an illness." My smile fades and I sit up "From that day, I decided I would carry on his dream and become the worlds strongest warrior" Old Hag: "I see... quite the interesting story. Your shirt seems to be quite tattered near the bottom, have this." She hands me a red long piece of cloth "Tie this around your waist, it should help keep in heat on your journey" I take the cloth from her and tie it around me "Thank you, I appreciate it very much" I head towards the exit of the tent, I turn around to wave goodbye, but the old lady is nowhere to be seen.