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: Runt would be a bit bewildered by the fact that he was expected, NO ONE EXPECTS RUNT. None the less he decides to sit, maybe theres something to take from this old relic of a womam. The little goblin points to himself"Me iz Runt. Runt iz fazt 'n kunnin'. Runtz been steelin' 'n t'eevin' weh evah 'e goez!"The little creature said, chest pumped out to show how proud he was about himself."Runtz nevah 'ad a plaz' ta stah. Runtz been moovin' all da toim' 'ez been knowin'."Which to be said, hasn't been that long of a time, but it felt long for Runt"
"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…
