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?)) Silura lets out a sigh as she brushed herself off, taking a moment to scrape the muck off her boots. " Those who expect me do not usually have the best intentions. Regardless.... " she shifted her weight, before reluctantly taking a seat down at the cushion provided, resting a calm hand gently on the hilt of a long, curved dagger. " A bounty has gone up for a beast wandering around the area A bear, stricken with some malady. Crazed, and approaching settlements without fear, assailing travelers on the road. It was last spotted wandering the swamps beyond... Do you know anything of this threat? "
