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:
He swallows, attempting to ignore the unsettling crunch of what he believes to be a bug. Fenro gently pats the seat, politely, before anxiously sitting down. "Do we... Happen to know one another?" He raises an eyebrow at the old woman. He fakes a gasp of realization. "Ah-hah! If I'm not mistaken, we must've met a couple villages back, eh?" He bluffs, genuinely not remembering this woman.
