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?))
"I am a half breed born from when my father fell in love with a elf while doing a transport mission, I was raised in human territory due to the fact my father worked for a human company, but my mother came with him and we lived in a small village close to the mountains. Due to being different than the other humans, I was seen as an outcast. This and my pointy ears always made me feel left out of most things, the kids I grew up with couldn't accept me so most of the time I would help my dad and I would protect my 2 little brothers. I took up the sword after a group of bandits attacked our village and nearly killed me when I was slashed in the neck. The thought of being helpless made me sick so I trained hard until I was strong enough to take on our strongest adventurer in our village and I look forward to getting stronger. My only plan now is to make money to send home, protect my brothers who have followed me on my quest and defeat strong opponents."
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