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?))
Guggh sits down in the chair. He has to be very careful to not crush it under his weight when he does. "Mi am the un they kall Guggh. Mi am the mightiest uruk from mi small village. But dat village iz now gone becauz of a zickness. Mi wizh to learn medizine to make zure no more zickness ruin villagez. Where do mi go to learn healing." Guggh crossed his legs and patiently waited for a response.
