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?)) "Hm..." Jehsseu throws the old hag a blank stare. "You seem to know more about me than I do myself, for I do not even remember my know name." Jehsseu sighs, exhausted and confused, "Where am I? Who am I? Why have you been expecting me?" Instinctively, Jehsseu clutches the necklace depicting the tree of life that is hanging from her neck. "All I have is this necklace..." As she shows the old hag the necklace, it starts to emit a faint light and her vision slowly goes dark... When she wakes, she is no longer staring at the old hag. Jehsseu is sitting in the middle of the forest, alone next to a campfire. "Was it a dream...?"
