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?))
"Oh okay, so I lost my mother a few weeks ago," Samuel said. Apparently she was kidnapped and I was just trying to find her only using gestures from people close by and they led me here." Samuel said sadly." For a moment, there is complete silence as Samuel thinks about where his mother could even be, mourning her being gone.
"What does she look like," the old hag answered back worriedly.
"She has long black curly hair and amber eyes. Her skin is a very light brown and she has a birthmark on her right cheek," Samuel answered back. He hoped this old woman maybe saw his mom pass by this place. Maybe he could find the path she went on if he gets lucky.
The woman gasps in shock, "You know I think a woman just like her pass by this tent. I saw someone like your description out of the crack. I cam show you the path I think she went."
