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?)) "Well howdy, uh ma'am how on earth do you know who I am?" I glare at her with a confused look, my nose getting uncomfortable from the moist swamp smell, my boots sinking into the slimy mud. i hover my hand over my crossbow just to be safe after all I'm a wanted man, i wait impatiently for a response from the strange woman
