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?))
"i have traveled from the darkest of forests to the brightest of mountain peaks to find you" i state firmly as sweat rolls down my forehead. "I have fought many long tiresome battles to ask you if you've seen this woman." i say as i hand her an old photograph of a small dark elf and a mature elderly looking dark elf hugging each other lovingly. " please, any information would help... I'd do anything to find my mom again.." I pleaded out.
