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?)) Kaladin: "Erm, I've been traveling for quite a long time, i fled from my hometown after i was drafted for war and been looking for a place to stay, im also looking for my brother Tien. You seem like a very, em, wise fella, you wouldn't now something about him would'ya?"
