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.” Looking down with a slight moment of hesitation in his he is in deep thought for a moment thinking of a response, then he looks back up to the old hag, he just smiles and settles down sitting across the old hag "Well, i merely was here for a within another town, but it seems i got lost on my way. I have met some travelers, they were speaking of a nearby town not far north from here, that oddities have been surging and i wished to try my luck, who knows maybe i might bump into an oddity amount of wealth." He laughed for a moment his smile brightening the tent more than any candle could as she kept looking at the lady "Ah, but i do enjoy some traveling myself and to explore the unknown, only god could tell what creatures linger in the unknown." "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…
