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.”
"Ah, so you have been expecting me?" You sit down on the cushion, curious as to how the old crone knew of your presence. "And as for my story? I'm just a lonely Dark Elf seeking enlightenment."
"Where do you seek your enlightenment, young one?" asked the hag.
"From the Nephilim. From my way of thinking, they were able to achieve the greatest levels of mental focus in history. If I can figure out how to achieve that, I will be at peace."
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