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: "Ah! Finally, a uh- friendly face?" Taking a seat to catch his breath, he sighs. "I'm just a guy looking for some adventure. The folks back home think I'm 'shameful' and 'a danger'. 'Don't sleep on the job', 'Get down from there', 'He took my Purse!', blah blah blah. They just don't know how to live, y'know?" Focusing his gaze back at the old hag, he begins to ask "So," smirking, "what's with the magical floating candles?"
