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?))
"I'm just exploring after being exiled from my city and kingdom, but I'm returning now. "- He stands up.-" I need a map since I have a long way to go, is there anything you can do to assist me?
The Hag: "Alright, I can give you a pirate's map from these documents. It will show you a town where you
should be able to get a new more accurate map."
-He took the map, and briefly looked it over- "Thank you" -he said, giving a firm nod to The Hag-" are there any tools I can use as well?
The Hag: "Yes, I have my old axe and pick, but I'm too old for these adventures; you may take them. Good luck sir, and take care of those tools."
-He secured the tools to his belt and smiled at the Hag, before turning and departing from the tent to begin his journey-
