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?))
"Aye? You were expecting me?" I questioned, my voice carrying a hint of curiosity. Walking forward, I lower myself onto the offered cushion, adjusting my cloak around my short stature. I smiled happily, uncaring of the womans ominous words, "Well, I guess that makes things easier, haha!"
I held a hand to my chest in a friendly manner, "My name is Xicey. I come from a halfling village not far from here! I don't have much of a story to tell just yet, but one day I hope to explore the world past these borders. I've actually come to this town in search of a plant rumored to only grow in these parts. Care to lend a hand?"
Weight: 75Ibs
Caucasian white skin, dirty blonde hair, washed blue eyes. white shirt and blue shorts. Slim and child-like.
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