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?)) "Ms. Dredge, Thank you for entertaining my visit" I sit and comb back my hair from my face. Take a deep sigh. "As you know my father recently passed in the mines, he left me with a few things one is a note stating to bring this to you" I take out a green jagged rock "Do you know what this is. My father didn't leave many things and didn't keep secrets not from me at least" I pause to study her face there is no quick response. I say with a serious tone holding the rock in front of me. "Help me understand why he had this on him when he died"
