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?)) "Hi, my name is Hux, and I was hoping you would help me find my way to the continent". He said with a somewhat different tone in looking around. He made sure his surroundings were safe, as he is a somewhat paranoid person. "Okay, I am but a humble traveler if you may not know", he paused, "or maybe you do" he said sarcastically. He laughed and had a drink from his water canteen. "I will be on my way now, thanks for your hospitality." He then left chin up looking for what opportunities lie ahead.
