Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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.”
((I respond:))
"Oh, hi... Have I met you before? No? But how did you?... It doesent matter.." Fjotorow takes a deep breath and starts over. "Im here searching for creativaty and parts for a redstone contraption. You see, Im a gamemaker!" Fjotorow look at her and realize that she doesent understand what he is talking about. "I create puzzles, games and adventures for the people of this kingdom. Sometimes they pay me themselfes to play a game and unwind. Other times a King or Queen pays me to make a dungeon to protect their kingdom and riches. It depends on the customer!" The old hag seems to understand so he continues. "But never the less, Im here trying to find some parts. You wouldent happen to know where I can find some slime?"
