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.” I sit down
"You wish to hear how I got here? Well, if you must know, I travel often but haven't seen civilization in days. When I came across this area, I was low on rations and equipment and pondered if I could trade or buy anything for my travels. Say, you wouldn't happen to have anything worth some silver and an old shemagh, would you?
