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?)) Example: "I have barely escaped with my life! They"... breathes heavily "They...I don't even want to begin explaining what they have done to me all these years!" coughs blood
With wide open eyes, Marbenet gives her a look of desperation and paranoia. "Please, I am not a monster. I was kidnapped as a baby from my parents and taken to the Hell! I never wanted this fate. I was their servant the whole time and I can't stomach it." Marbenet stops talking from exhaustion and again draws a big breath. "Could you please offer me shelter for a day, I'd accept anything. It would be far better than what I have received in my life. I beg!" "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
