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)
"Oh, I just, uh…" he stutted, tensing up. he eyed the hag, then backed outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickened with anticipation suffocating him, until he was snapped back into reality by a hand that made him turn his gaze to look at who it was that made him feel reassured and safe, his eyes widened as he gasp at the sight.., there was no one. He felt the gaze of the witch from the tent as he crouched back inside taking his seat, She smirked. "Well?" she said chuckling. The tent became dark as everything around him began to disappear and fade as if he had traveled back to the past where his journey had begone
