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?))
"I am not meant to be here, I got lost a little bit. I am looking for my father but I took a wrong turn. If it is ok I would like to not say my story but could I recieve directions? I am sure he is worried about me" She would say as she would dip her head a little bit out of apology and see if she could get directions, not trusting the hag and place but still trying to be respectful. "What is your name? Where am I?" She would also ask as she waited to receive directions from the old hag. "I'm Emiko, it is good to meet you" After introducing herself and seeing no danger she step closer. "What do you mean you were expecting me? Did you see me coming or know me from somewhere?" She stepped back
