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?))
"Forgive my intrusion, noble seer," Reginald speaks softly, his voice tinged with both weariness and curiosity. "I am but a humble woodcutter, seeking solace from the toils of my labor. Fate has guided me to this dim town, shrouded in mystery and whispers of ancient knowledge. It is a path I did not anticipate, but if you believe my presence holds significance, then I shall share the fragments of my story with an open heart. "Reginald pauses, his gaze meeting the hag's as he gathers his thoughts, uncertain of the connection that has drawn him to this moment. "I have long sought purpose beyond the mere act of felling trees. There is a stirring within me, a yearning for greater meaning and a desire to bring light to the shadows that blanket this world. If there is a role I am destined to play in this unfolding saga, I am here to discover it. Guide me, venerable seer, for I am ready to embrace the unknown and fulfill my calling, whatever it may be."
