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?)),
"My name is Zaos Lurel, a seeker of forgotten tales and ancient mysteries" Zaos replied, his voice carrying a measured yet curious tone. "I've been drawn to this sdim town by whispers of hidden knowledge nd untold secrets lurking within this swamp, your expectations of my arrival intrigues me. what stories and secrets do you perceive within these murky depths, venerable one?"
