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?)) The dark elf sighs. "I have been hunted by evil pigs, ibleesian scum, the wretchedest of all of Aevos. Now I want to move on and live a happy life with my cat, Bergundie. Nor'velyth exploded, but my cat survived. We are survivors. We want justice against that meteor. We want peace among lands."
She pets Bergundie with a serious face. Bergundie purrs so loudly it rumbles the table. The Old Hag laughs at this feat by the cat.
The Old Hag says, "See you later, Space Cowgirl (sorry this is a joke my bad)."
