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?)) Sits quietly on the cushion. "Hello. My name is Miu Cynii, I am not sure how you know me, but I am wandering the land looking for a reason to exist. I am from the big city, yet I tire of the persistent feeling of drowning in my sorrows. I want to experience what life has to offer." Glances around the tent carefully. "You seem likely to already know this though." I gesture towards the crystal ball next to her. "Perhaps you hold the answers I am looking for in this world." Shifts uncomfortably as I await a response, wringing my hands before me.
