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?)) "Who are you again?" With a concerned and hesitant tremble in voice, "Never mind that, but I don't see a reason to tell you what brings me here,"
It feels as though the woman's gaze is prying the information out of him, without a single word spoken.
"Fine! I am a traveler looking to find allies," He exclaims, not knowing why he said anything.
