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... Cant remember?, I can remember being in the middle of what seemed to be... lava?, then a light appeared Infront of me, I saw rainbows everywhere while the light was there" as I try to remember as much I can, "there was a... fight?, fire and blood was everywhere, there were elf's and goblins, they seemed to be attacking... me?, fire was raining down from the sky then there it was... the light. then I woke up here
