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 sit where the hag told me to sit.
"Greetings woman, I come from an old family in the land of the dwarves, I embarked on an adventure, I am looking for an old family heirloom that was stolen a long time ago, my adventure takes me to this little town, do you have anything to reveal to me?", I say with a serious, face waiting for answers
