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 was a child in a very battle hardend town. i left and became a wandering traveler,exploring the world and helping others.one day was going through a forest and was lost and out of food. I came to a cave i found earlyier and went inside and rested for a bit and fell asleep. when i woke up,i was at the edge of the forest and walked a little bit and found this town.
