You have just arrived in a swampy, dimly lit town. As you look around, your gaze meets shacks and huts. The air smells of rotting wood and wet moss. You duck and enter a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles floating in the air. At the back of the tent, an old crone lifts her head: "What brings you to this filthy town?" she begins, then pauses to study your face. "Ah, it's you. I've been expecting you. Sit down," she points to a cushion, "Tell me your story."
((How do you respond?))
"Oh, I just, uh..." you stammer, feeling tense. You look at the old woman, then step out of the tent again. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation until...
...you decide to return. Taking a deep breath, you re-enter the tent and sit on the cushion. "My story is long and complicated," you begin, trying to avoid the old woman's gaze. "I came here seeking answers. They say you can help me find what I've lost." The old woman nods, her eyes gleaming in the candlelight. "Well, let's start from the beginning," she says, pushing a bowl of herbal brew towards you. "Tell me everything."
