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?)) "Err.... well i dont know you but," he paused a bit thinking after a short while he said as he sat down "ill say it anyways. My names Dwight Burch i come from a small town and uhm im just traveling searching for something i dont even know what it is im just going about" he said with a soft tone as he sat down he'd ....
