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- Oh hello there! Have you got a hot second for me to explain?" Millie says as she sits down. "I'm off a long way it seems..." She sighs "I've been looking for my brother. He is about this tall-" she puts her hand to about 5cm above her head "blonde hair, brown eyes, and goes by the name Liam." she sighs as she looks at the old hag "I don't suppose he has been trough here but it was worth a try, he is all I have left".
