Youβve 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, βWhat brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your faceββAh, itβs you. Iβve been expecting you. Sit,β she gestures at a cushion, βTell me your story.β ((How do you respond?)) Example: The overcast swollen clouds release their cold droplets that splash onto my dazed face, snapping me out of my own head. Still tensed I respond to the crone "I- I have no story... yet. Or maybe I do and just don't remember it?"
"Oh, I just, uhβ¦" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, untilβ¦