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?)) I answer her gesture by taking a seat in front of her, I question to myself what may give her such foresight of my arrival, however I choose to put my questions aside and tell her my travels. As I begin to state "I am nothing more than a commoner journeying such as the rest of the world, I bring with me nothing more than the wisdom I have acquired, being not much as I still have much to learn, I have travelled from Reinmar, as I was living under their absolute monarchy, I learned of the power I do not possess nor have the ability to ascend higher than I am now, though I can't help but ask, who are you? and how do you know what will be?"
