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?)) Example: (delete this)
This is not what Myrna was expecting when she woke up this morning. Her life has always been routine and she quite likes it that way. Wake up, eat breakfast, tend to the animals and do the farm chores; this has made her quite strong for her race. She would then go back inside to eat second breakfast, she does love food. She should be with her little pony right now, not in this swamp. Brushing the mares thick brown coat and golden mane while Oliver-the tabby orange barn cat-snuggles next to them on a lump of straw. "Well.." She starts reluctantly-"Wait a minute, how do I know I can trust you?". The hag is in fact a very decrepit looking old woman, a stranger in a strange town. She gives Myrna a look, then reaches into a chest next at her feet. She gently pulls out.. OLIVER?! "Wait how did you-?" The boorish woman cuts her off "Ah, ah, ah" she waves her finger and pulls Oliver away, he doesn't seem to mind "You first" she croaks. Myrna is in shock but continues, "Well, I was tending to my farm animals when suddenly he" She point to the orange ball currently purring in the old woman's grasp "Suddenly started behaving strangely. He ran all over the property before escaping into the woods where I lost him. I have been wandering around this swamp since just trying to find him. Instead I found this town, I found you..."
