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?)) Example: My story? Ha well its a long one, (sits) My names Kingsley, Kingsley Morgan and I come from a far away land ridden of war, It took everything to get away from there, my life, my family, the girl I loved, everything. oh how I wished I gave her that apple. but yeah anyways, I ran away from the monsters and found myself at the coast of my nation, wishing for some miracle, then i saw the ship, red and white striped sails, a flag of a dragon controlling the mast, I built a fire out of my jacket and some rocks on the beach to signal them and within minuets they came over and rescued me. 2 years later of deck work and I'm here now sitting and talking to you. "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
