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: (delete this) "I've come for the witch said to dwell in this town. One known for a very peculiar book." Haleth spoke calmly and cooly, showing no discomfort. "Perhaps you Know of her?" The hag stood up and walked into a back room. Haleth narrowed his eyes and followed the woman. Walking through the door, he saw it- the spell book of Arfon, the wizard of fire. He knew that he had to leave with that book.
