VibrantEG0

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?)) "Oh well uh.." I take a deep breathe in, and a deep breathe out. I take a seat and begin, "I have come here because I want to start my very own journey," I pause and pull a piece of paper from my pocket, unravel it, and hold it out to her. "I'm looking for this man, I'm not sure if he passed through here. He's my father, he's a human and his name is Harry Beckett. He killed my mom when I was about 8 years old in our nation, Petra." I look at the old hag with a serious face and firm gesture. "Please let me know if you find him".