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: “You have been expecting me? I’m sorry I don’t believe we have met.” I say as I sit down next to her “I am an adventurer, have you a quest for me? Or something to give that I may take on my journey?” I say with a warm smile thinking that this is a trap but willing to see where it leads. “Would you like some Elven Bread? It was freshly baked and quite the rarity around these lands.” I say gently as I offer her some with a sweet smile
