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?" Guido asks before the lady nods her head, he sits down in the chair uncomfortably “I'm sorry but I feel like I'm not the person you're looking for, I'm just looking for inspiration for my art, I go where the wind takes me, looking for something , I doubt you’ve heard about me yet.” he smile before looking around uncertainly “Sorry to interrupt, but did you see a bee flying around here? I'm looking for one that goes by the name Mel, she followed me around for a while but got lost in the woods a few days ago” he asks, the woman shakes her head in confusion before laughing “I haven't seen any around here, but good luck with your search, kid”, Guido gets up muttering a thank you before leaving the establishment.
