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?)) "Old madam, please let she introduce thyself to you. Valeria, daughter of a lost Lord of the county. I came here to take a breath of fresh air to escape my ravagers, old acquaintances. Sorry my Lady for the unfortunate coming into your very friendly cabin this late, tonight." "excuse maam but may we please asking you where are we? thank you old madam" *she look down at her cup trembling from the rainy night uncertain of her environement*
