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?)) "Wait, you've been expecting me? Do we know each other?" Loma sits on the cushion, pushing and pulling its cloth until she finally sits still. "I don't have much of a reason to be here, only that I've been walking for a long time now," she looks around, then back at the old hag, "I've been sleeping on the ground for so long I think I'd like to stop and find a place to stay for a while. Do you like sweet breads?" Loma pauses and smiles, "I used to bake a lot of sweet breads for my family. The secret is good honey, I'm looking for a place to start my beekeeping again." Loma pats the cushion twice, "It's nice to sit on something comfortable.. thank you." She searches through her bag and pulls out a wad of cloth. Loma unwraps it, it's a small piece of bread and she snaps it in half. She hands the half in the cloth to the old hag, "Would you like some?"
