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?)) He looked around the tent and back to the woman, he then spoke : "I come from the east on a boat here to this land. Not before my parents had passed away from illness out at sea, my parents were poorer people not being able to afford medicine, which eventually lead to their deaths. I come in search of riches and treasure to potentially find a good enough place to settle at, which is what they wanted for me. Like a tropical paradise with hot temperature beaches, where I could harvest mango trees.". He looked outside of the tent to the passing people, then around the tent again, just noticing numerous trinkets on the ground with scrapes of copper on them. "Before we came here we lived in a good condition house, but we couldn't pay the fees for staying there. My parents got evicted and then we set out to sea to find good land to stay at, as previously implied, which here I am now." He looked back at the woman
