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?)) Example: Dire, a shrewd and ambitious entrepreneur, had set out on a quest for new business opportunities in the most unlikely of places. The dim and swampy town before him held a mysterious allure, promising untapped potential and hidden treasures waiting to be discovered. Taking a seat on the cushion, Dire composed himself and spoke with confidence, "Greetings, wise one. I am Dire, a seeker of opportunities and a master of commerce. I have ventured to this town with a keen eye for untapped potential, for I believe that even in the darkest corners, there lies a glimmer of prosperity waiting to be seized. Tell me, what insights do you hold? What secrets of this town can be harnessed to fuel my entrepreneurial ambitions?" "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
