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?)) Njörd bowed respectfully. "Good evening, wise one. My name is Njörd. I am a humble bartender, traveling in search of unique and ancient recipes to bring joy to those who visit my tavern. I mean no harm and seek only knowledge." Njörd entered the cottage, grateful for the warmth and shelter. Njörd entered the cottage, grateful for the warmth and shelter. He sat by the fire, and as the flames danced and flickered, he recounted his journey to the old hag.
