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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.” Jakhin standing exhaused in the entrance "I've been looking for you.. a trustworthy guy from another Town told me you could help me out of my difficult Situation". After getting no reply from the old hag, Jakhin replies to her silence "Ay listen up, there is no time for a litte chat, there a people outside who wanna see me dead for few reasons.. So how you gonna help me?" He still get's no answer. Jakhin becomes increasingly tense for the fact he's being hunted. Seconds have passed, Jakhin finally decides to sit down on the cushion he starts "Im sorry for being rude earlier, but im on the run, I've stolen something that belonged to the king's house and lost it in the same time.. Now they wanna see me dead.. All because of my failure.. So please.. I beg you to help me!" Jakhin kneels down and begs, but the old hag still doesn't replies to him. "Alright I see you don't wanna help me, or much more an old hag like you can't help me" Jakhin says and attempts to stand up. "Oh, I just, this can't be, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…