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?)) *her eyes widen then relax back* "I'd figure you'd be expecting me" *sits and straightens her long dress* "Now, my story? Well i suppose it is quite interesting but i must ask who you are before i start to spill my not so "Pure" past.."
