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?))
Onyia plops onto the cushion in a small plume of dirt and dust. She leans back in a sigh of relief, before popping up straight to look at the old woman, "Grandma do you have to live this far out? Walking this far every month is killer on my feet." She states, pouting slightly. "We could get you a proper place in the city with me. You could meet my friend Martha, we could get our favorite pastries, and best of all I wouldn't have to get stopped by Dave every month trying to sell me something outlandish." She begins to rummage into her bag as she continues, "You know what he tried to sell me this month? A frog!" Her tone baffled by the very notion. "Said it would cure all my pain, bring me good fortune, and riches! All I had to do was tie it to my head for a week straight! The nerve of that man." Aggravatedly she finds her prize and pulls out a box of pastries from her bag before handing them to her grandma with a smile.
