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?)) who are you? ..(tells me her my name).....I'm Zathar king of mages I'm here looking for the heart of ancient dragon zorg king of the nine peaks of zamine. I heard you may know the truth behind the story of the dragon king dying by the hands of the hero damien which turned this once beautfuil land into the swamp infested land it is today.....(she give me story and general location)...... than I shall head off.
