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?))
Elacal shifts his gaze reluctantly between the hag and the cushion, inspecting it for a long while before lowering himself gracefully down, eyes fixed on the hag.
"You've been expecting me, have you?" A grin would slowly creep across Elacal' face. "How excellent, I suppose I had best indulge you in that case..."
Elacal let out a long, tired sigh, trying to maintain his friendly demeanor after many winters of travel, the soles of his boots tattered beyond repair.
"Well, I suppose my story truly began upon my venturing beyond the green groves and rolling hills I was raised in."
He paused for a moment, coughing a few hearty coughs before continuing with a sniffle.
"I yearned for the strength of stone beneath my feet, for the cold of steel in my fist, the clink of gold in my pouch, an ambition that quite outraged my kin."
He paused, looking for a moment into empty space.
"I... left... rather abruptly, to seek such an existence. A life beyond... that which I have left. I have drifted between settlements thus far, scrubbing floors, serving drink, and yet... not quite yet do I feel I have satisfied my yearning."
He'd nod to the hag, trying to restore his smile.
"Perhaps my luck changes today." He'd motion to the hag, giving a half-hearted shrug. "Perhaps here I might still find a hope for something beyond my beginnings."
He'd pause, pulling a small flask carved from an old gourd from his rucksack. "Perhaps a drink to that?"
He'd raise the flask, taking a long swig before extending it to the hag. "If you fancy?"
Note: I know the outfit for the skin isn't typical wood elf attire, and he's slightly pale! Elacal's backstory is he's spent years trying to fit into cities, so has spent less time outdoors, and dresses as he thinks is good for city-dwellers.
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