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 feel i am missing soemthing in my life." She stares deep in the girls eyes. " Your looking in the place where dreams and curses are made." The girl looks at the old hag noticing her rinckels that line her face. "well, can you tell me which one i need?" she askes in curisoity. The old hag looks deep in her eyes as if shes searching for something. She opens her mouth to say "That is for you to deside little one."
