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.”
((How do you respond?))
"Hmm, Expecting me?” the elf asks softly, voice calm but wary. “Few have said that and lived to explain how.” Still, they step forward, easing onto the cushion with quiet grace. “My story isn’t one I share lightly,” they continue, gaze steady on the old woman. “But if the winds truly brought me here, perhaps it’s time someone heard it.”
Eirlys begins, voice calm but carrying the weight of experience. “I was born in Haelun’or… just in time to remember its last days. The city I called home, the family I held dear, they didn’t survive the first wave of conflict. I was young, but not so young that I could forget the walls crumbling, the cries, the smoke mixing with the scent of wet earth. I ran, and I ran, until Haelun’or became nothing more than a ghost in my mind.”
Her fingers trace the folds of her cloak as she continues, voice softer, almost to herself. “For years I wandered. Through forests that smelled of decay, across rivers that flowed with a hint of time. I learned to move silently, to trust little, and to carry the absence of my family as both armor and burden. And yet,” a faint, bitter smile forms at her lips, “I am still here. The world is larger than grief, or so I tell myself. Full of strange towns, dim corners, and people who notice… or do not. I follow the wind where it leads. Perhaps it brought me here for a reason. Perhaps even now, I am meant to find something or someone worth keeping.”
Her gaze returns to the old woman, steady and unwavering. “That is my story, as much as it can be told without leaving pieces of me behind for the wolves to find.”
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