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?))
"eh, meir sem teh wash upward sum under on the sea. Can yeh tell meh where yeh be?"
"Meh hed sem teh be bit groggy."
Waits for response.
"Tank ya lass sems eh lost meh ken and meh head. Dah yah know we the locaal taveern beh; Seh I can wesh meh gullet ten prospect meh wey round teh find meh a fella to guide meh."
*Shrugs, and nods.
Listens to response.
"Weh lass teank ya gen, meh not ferget this Eh repey yeh someday."
*Turns and starts to walk in direction that the stranger pointed in from the tent.
