Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
A quick look about the tent made Folkmar uneasy for some reason but He slowly approached and sat on the cushion. "do you know where I am?" Folkmar quietly asked, "in due time" said the old hag with a slight sly smile "but first may I ask why you have come to this town?", "It was the closet place I could see" Folkmar replied "I only woke up from some ruins a while ago but I don't recall how I got there" Folkmar said whilst glancing at the trinkets and vials scatted about the tent. The old hag slightly tilting her head to the side "do you remember anything from before you woke up?", Folkmar pondered for a few moments "I'm sorry but I can't seem to remember anything from before". "Very well then" said the old hag "to answer your question, there is an inn a little more up the road, you can ask there", with the hags suggestion Folkmar thanked her and left the tent, after a few steps Folkmar had 1 more question come to mind but when he turned around the tent was no longer there. confused, Folkmar then made his way towards the inn.
