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?)) "Oh! I have been venturing around the world. I have found this town after a while of adventuring, there is not much else to my story ma'am. I am but a mere traveler. You have been expecting me?" He said with a puzzled look on his face. He was very confused on why the old hag was expecting him.
