Through the thick, clinging fog of the swamp, a crooked hut appears, half-hidden among gnarled roots and hanging moss. The air is heavy with a sickly sweet aroma that beckons you forward, yet an acrid undertone of decay and rot makes your stomach churn. Every step squelches in the mud, and the air hums with a strange, oppressive magic.
As you reach the hut, the door creaks open before you can knock, revealing a hunched figure swathed in tattered robes. Her eyes glint like black pearls, and her smile twists unnervingly.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” she croaks, voice like dry leaves scraping across stone. “A little mouse wandering into my den… Come for the swill of life, have you? Or do you think to snatch secrets from these old, gnarled hands? Speak quickly, or the swamp may claim you before I do.”
The hut smells sharper now, the sweet stench masking something far fouler, as she leans forward, bony fingers tapping a warped wooden table. Her gaze is keen, appraising, as if she can read every intention in your mind.
[Deal with the Hag successfully using the Talking or Goods options, add the Resurrection Potion to your inventory and return to the Thieves Guild to continue…]