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?)) "uhm... who are you? what do you mean expecting me?" she looks around uneasy, not able to make eye contact with her. after a few moments of silence, she starts speaking again. "I was on a ship and there was a big storm and i got thrown off. i somehow ended up here, i dont know why."
