Amrezyy

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?)) Example: Dolores cautiously lowers herself onto the offered cushion, the dim light casting flickering shadows across the tattered fabric of the tent. "You were expecting me?" she'd inquire, her curiosity mixing with a hint of apprehension. The unfamiliar surroundings and the swampy atmosphere make me acutely aware of the mystique surrounding the old hag. Taking a moment to collect her thoughts, Dolores begin to share fragments of my journey, speaking in measured tones. "I've been wandering through these swampy lands, seeking answers and a purpose," she'd admit, her gaze meeting the elder's. "There's a sense of foreboding that led me here, and I felt a pull to your tent. What knowledge do you hold, and how is it connected to my path?"