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 must confess' i spoke confusedly 'i have absolutely no idea'
'now before you look at me with those small wrinkly eyes, no offence' i said swiftly' and shout at the top of your lungs "he's a madman".
'i reckon there was a reason i was brought to this absolute pigsty of a town' i look around with an air of sneering derision' and i owuld like you, you 'fair maiden' to help me figure out where i am and why i am here'
'so what do you say!' i exclaimed' will you help little old me?'
