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?))
He sits himself on the cushion gently and clears his throat as he looks at the old hag sitting in front him, taking in the thick and humid air as he begins to speak "I've been a lone traveler since i can remember. I've always been surviving out there on my own, never staying in one place for long before i take my leave. I don't remember who my parents are or what happened to them. It's always been just me." he quickly glances at the hag and continues "I've never been able to stay at a single place for long and I've always wondered if there is more waiting for me other than this life that i am leading right now." he then gives her a curious look and says "I've overheard some folk i stumbled upon on my way that you can see into the future.. is that true?"
