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?))
My eyes are filled with excitement as I take in the scenery of the tattered tent. I take a deep breath and the smells of rotted wood and wet moss hit my nostrils. With a smile on my face, I respond to the old hag, "You were expecting me?". She nods. I laugh due to my excitement. “I’m glad to finally be out of that secluded cave” I tell the old crone. “Dim lighting and cave walls were all I’ve ever known but, on my journey, here I’ve seen a plethora of new and exciting things.” “I’m very excited to meet new people, taste new foods, forge my own path, and see more of the outside world." The hag smiles. My excitement not dying down I tell her how my eyes had to readjust to the new lighting of the outside world and how on my journey here I met a gorgeous high elf who captivated me. Having talked my lungs out to the old hag I give her one last grin and leave the tattered tent feeling even more pumped to see where this new chapter in my life takes me.
