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?))
"Oh, um, me?" She points at herself with a bewildered expression. "I don't have much to tell really."
She ponders a moment.
"Well I guess maybe... um... I'm not good at explanations." She appears incredibly overwhelmed. "I not smart, I'm not bright like my brothers and sisters. I don't like words I don't like spells, or ancient history. They all think I'm so silly, and I just don't fit in with the other high elves back in Haelun'or."
The old woman gives her an up-and-down. She exhibited some features of high elven ancestry, but something was distinctly... off. Half most likely. What scandal.
"Yeah, so I ran away. I'm done with all of it, the parties, the expectations, lessons, fancy clothes... well I'm actually going to miss the fancy clothes. Maybe I should just go home... NO! Must... maintain... convictions... this is so hard. I bit off more than I can chew, I know it".
She stops pacing and sits down.
"My dad hates me so much, going home isn't even an option. Before I left, I saw Mom and Dad fighting about something, but he yelled at her and said I was a 'betrayal' or something. Yeah, I know I'm dumb but I would never betray anyone, I love my family! I miss them. But I can't go back. I just can't. And here you are 'expecting me' or whatever. More expectations. Great. So just get on with it, tell me what you want me to do so I can get out of here."
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