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?))
Slowly and cautiously Yvi makes their way over to the cushion, expressing to the hag that they means no danger or harm, not that they would be able to deal any substantial damage. **Stuttering while they start talking Yvi begins** "H-hello there, My name is Yvi, I got lost during my travels..." being careful not to give too much information to the hag as to avoid any unwarranted danger. After a deafening silence it is clear the old hag requires more. "I was raised alone by my Mother. We would live off the land... offer our skills to folks we met, or at least those that would take them" **Yvi says, scoffing at the last part** "I never knew my father very well, he was always filled with delusions of grandeur.... only place that got him was 6ft under" **Yvi attempts to recompose themself before changing the subject** "Enough about me. Who are you? and more importantly where are we?"
