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Her life started as one filled with high expectations; a brief childhood interrupted by tutoring sessions and lessons regarding etiquette molded the mind of Nisse into a capable, coolheaded woman with excellent rationale. Her mother was often a point of contention for her, leaving the lady with a rather brisque and cold disposition towards the women in her life. Her father, on the contrary, was a nurturing point of reason for the girl. While the two were so blatantly contrasting, they complimented eachother in a way that provided Nisse with a loving home whilst she aged, despite the marital disfunction. Her initial reasoning for leaving home was to grow into herself whilst creating and building a life in Caurost; in which she can flaunt to her parents proudly. Unfortunately, she wasn't boldened by any extreme narrative changes in her life, nor influenced to do it for any negative reasons. Rather, her life with her parents was a tedious bore. Having nothing else to show for herself, she decided to part ways for the time being and gain the life experience necessary to create something not worth scoffing about.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
The lady glanced about the indoor area, eyes lingering on the speckled lights and flitting between them before settling on said hag. With a confused demeanor, she regarded the other woman, "Pray, what do you mean by that?" The graytone elf prompted warily, drawn closer by her own unnerved curiosity. Her gaze washed over the seating before she actually planted herself on the chair. Concerned with her lack of familiarity with the old, wrinkly woman, she thinned her lips and inquired; "Have we met?" And then, despite herself, "I simply am, and that has of yet to concern you until now. I take each step one at a time, but knowing they will build. I wish to make something of myself, but surely you would know that, if it be that you know of me."
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