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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?))

Aelor pauses at the entrance of the tent, wiping mud from his boots before stepping inside. He looks up at the floating candles with quiet wonder, then slowly sits. 

"I come from the deep forests," he says after a moment. "Places where the wind in the trees is so loud, but so quiet. I have always loved that noise… and the company of animals more than crowds."

"But I started to feel that the world is bigger than the woods I know. Travelers pass through with stories of distant lands, and I realized I wanted to see those places for myself."

"I do not think I belong only in the wilds… but I do not belong fully in the cities either. So I am walking the roads, trying to find a balance between the two."

"If you have been expecting me, something tells me, my story has hit the right beginning!"