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?))
Thaliir would reluctantly take a seat at the cushion, this was hardly befitting of an elf of his stature. "as much as i am reluctant to tell such a haggard old woman as yourself i suppose i can tell. I was told to come here in order to start a new life and so i have come, how you know of who i am however does indeed confuse me. I do however not intend to keep this chatter with you long as i have more pressing matters to attend, i was told i would be directed towards my destination by someone fitting your description however so if you would kindly point me to where i need to go that would be great as i do wish to leave immediately.
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