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.” "You... were waiting for me?" *She raises her eyebrows and carefully sits down* "Do we know eachother?" *Asks with a smile on her lips*
"I am from a town far far away from here and I am a tailors daughter looking for a new place to live and work. I used to help my father during work and he thaught me everything he knows."
