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?))
Entering the tattered tent, i'm met by the old hag's piercing gaze. She beckons me to sit and share my story. ''I've traveled from afar, seeking answers and adventure. Drawn by rumors of ancient secrets, I arrived in this dim town. The journey has been filled with challenges and mysteries.''
