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?)) Franziska's heart raced as she stepped into the tattered tent, shrouded in candlelight. The old hag's eyes bore into her, and a chill crawled down her spine. "What brings you to this dingy town?" the hag rasped, causing Franziska to hesitate for a moment. She felt as though the hag could see through her very soul. "I heard whispers of this place, a town hidden deep within the swamp, shrouded in mysteries," Franziska began, her voice trembling slightly. She cast a quick glance around the eerie tent. "I came seeking answers, hoping to unravel the secrets that cling to this forsaken land." The hag continued to study Franziska with an unsettling intensity, and the dimly lit tent seemed to hold its breath. "I've been plagued by dreams," Franziska continued, her unease slowly giving way to determination, "visions of a past I can't remember and a future I can't quite fathom. There's an insatiable thirst for knowledge, for understanding. I thought you might have the answers I seek." As she spoke, Franziska couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was preordained, as if the old hag had been expecting her. The flickering candles overhead cast eerie shadows, adding to the otherworldly atmosphere. Franziska held the hag's gaze, feeling a strange connection in this dim, swampy town. The hag's lips curled into a knowing smile, and Franziska realized that she had ventured into something far more profound and mysterious than she had ever imagined.
