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?)) *Viator slowly drops his weight to the mat, looks around with his eyes, and after examining the person in front of him, he slowly begins to speak* "I am just a traveler who comes from far away lands and plans to go to far away lands",*Viator locks his gaze in the air as he says this, puts his hand to his mouth and coughs slightly, then turns his gaze back to the hag and continues speaking* "beyond what these eyes can see, from the ugliest landscapes to the most beautiful, with splendor behind them... I am eager for new places, I engrave what I see in my mind, if you ask, very few people know me, but I have known many people, they don't know that there is more than what they see when they look at any place, but I know because I want to see it to the smallest detail" *After Viator finishes speaking, he reaches into his pocket and takes out a coin, hands it to the witch and speaks again* "Thank you very much for your hospitality, it's time for me to go, the road is waiting for me *Viator slowly stands up with support from his hands and slowly walks out* "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
