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?)) Quentin looks at the woman, he is puzzled by what she says what he thinks what does she mean she's been expecting me? Before he continues towards her, he takes one more look around the room just to be sure this is not a trick. "Hi, my names Quentin" he says as he cautiously sits down. "If you must know my story I will start from the beginning, I was born in the Kingdom of Norland on a small farm on the outskirts. I was raised on this farm, my father taught me everything I needed to know about how to take care of the crops to how to take care of the animals. I always made sure to write down everything he said and write down anything I saw. As I grew older, I would try to learn more and more about the farm, I would write down how the weather was a certain day, how the crops were growing, how the animals were behaving. I felt as if I knew everything I could know." Quentin adjusts himself in his seat. "I knew I didn't know everything, my next step was to understand the business aspect of the farm, I asked my father 'how do we make money?' He told me he goes into the market two times a week to sell his produce. He said when I was old enough I could start going with him. Years had passed, till he finally let me go with him and I started learning how the market would work. Then the day came where he told me 'son, before you take over the farm, you should go and explore, look into the world' I was confused by this because I didn't expect him to say this but I didn't question it. The next day I left and after a month I am here" He takes a deep breath as he finishes his story. He looks at the lady and asks "Now I must know, how have you been expecting me?"
