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?)) "Hello, Miss. Thank you for your hospitality but I am afraid I can't stay for too long due to unattended business." you said politely. "I've come from a small and humble chapel far away." you divert your eyes away with sadness. "I wish to bring aid and charity to the unfortunate as it is God's will, for he has called upon me." you adjust yourself to sit leaning further forward.
"God spoke to me, around a month ago. During a comforting dream I heard his voice call out to me, and that is when I received my orders." you smile and make eye contact. "He told me to venture off and help my fellow brothers and sisters, and that is what I shall do."
you look outside noticing how much time has already passed. "I apologize but I must get going I don't have any more time to delay, I hope to meet you again, Miss."
