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?)) Once seated she smiles "ah my story?" she says as she looks at the old hag in front of her, "I was on the search for a certain book, I heard it was located in a village nearby." Athena sighs as she continued, "But it seems, I was told a false tale, a group of bandits decided to come and raid my wagon, Now I am stuck here without a map."
