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?))
My name is Elzala Phestrabil, I hail from Linnormr and am looking for some adventure along with a place to call home so I have a place to return too after my adventures. I lost my parents at a young age, they got lost too the sea's on a voyage to new lands for us to live a new life as a family there, I was left at home with my nanny at the time of there passing. My parents from what I can remember of them were fiercely protective of me, though also very loving, they wanted what was best for me and my future. Losing my family was hard, it affected me in very negative ways, I became afraid of the ocean, travelling made me feel very anxious and I just couldn't bring myself to leave my home in my youth, but now, I have grown up, and I wish to see the world out there that I was so afraid of before.
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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