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?)) Example: She'd take a seat, breathing in air through her nostrils. "I came here for your help..-", she said being short-breathed from traveling. "My mother recently became sick, and I hear you are a good witch.. I need to solve this sickness..." She'd cry looking for someone to hug, knowing her mother was sick she had no one shoulder to cry on. "I will pay any price for the cure, JUST PLEASE help me..." She begged, almost being on her knees
