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 am a traveler, from the Kingdom of Urguan. I never liked the idea of staying in the city, so I left in search for... I don't know, somewhere I enjoy being, perhaps. I haven't been a traveler for very long, though. This is the first place I've actually ventured to. So... why is it you were expecting me?
