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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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
"Oh hey" With excitement Omen gazes into the woman's eyes "You look nice..."

—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

"My story?" Omen looks disheveled not being able to accurately recall all of his past "Well I'm sorry to tell you but that's something I wonder too, I will tell you what I do know though." Omen rushes to try to find something, a paper or pen, anything to draw with, eventually deciding on a sharpened stick and the mudded floor. "Follow along with me please"

—”Sure” she watches as Omen scribbles on the mud like a kid, “How old are you?”

"I am twenty three!" Omen's drawing is brief but shows a welcoming family of elves with dirty clothes, clearly not from high elf pasts, more likely half breeds, they are definately half human half elves. "This is my family they have raised me since birth!"

—”That's your family” she glares at Omen with an unamused look “You're joking.”

"I am not... is there something wrong with my family?" Omen looks at the drawing, only seeing his family. "I love them a lot... they are why I am here today! They said I should go take my studies beyond the bridge!"

—”The bridge?” she questions immediately.
 

"Yes! We've lived under the bridge for quite a long time its a great source of water, and its been where I have studied the most! There was this one time I got super lucky and a human dumped a bunch of books into the river! I was only able to obtain a few of the books without damage but they are my prized possessions." Omen pulls out a old book on brewery, extremely basic but enough to spark an interest "This is my favorite, I can never imagine tasting such concoctions!" Omen salivates over the book, not aggressively but dreamily, like a kid seeing a desert.

—”Why does this interest you?” she reaches for the book looking at it like its nothing but a rotted piece of garbage.

"Brewery? It just seems right. It seems like something I should do." Omen happily stares at her. "I also did something once that made me so happy!" Omen pauses for a moment, thinking "I was able to mix some of our river water with some berries, the result was a tasty drink! Though a few of my friends who tasted it got sick."

—”Wow, you're ambitious and childish.” she grunts clearly disappointed, “Tell me more about you please.”

"Well, I am an elf." Omen gestures to his pointed ears "Though I may seem childish its more likely that I am just excited and interested in talking, I have never gotten to talk to someone who actually want's to hear about me. I am here because I want to meet a scholar. My family talked a lot about them, I aspire to be one in the future, the seeking of knowledge seems so much more interesting than my current position." Omen calmly shifts a little.

—”So you are a adult high elf who has an interest in drinks and knowledge, and likely does not know too much of their own past. In addition to that you potentially know how to make simple blends of juices?” she studies Omen carefully. "You seem like an interesting elf, and I can tell you have a lot to learn, so I'm sure you will be fine here for now, please feel free to ask around for books or other items that you may need so you can learn. If you need any assistance you may return to me."

"Wow really?" Omen looks at her with admiration "Thank you..." Omen takes the book back tucking it in his torn up apron. "You said you wanted to know more right?"

—”Do you have more to tell me?" she puts a cup in front of omen and digs through her belongings pulling out a canteen of green liquid “Here's some water, its not great but it should be okay for now."

Omen looks at the water as she pours it, his personal picky taste making him gag slightly "Uhm whats in it? That's nothing like the water I have had."

—”Bacteria, love. It won't kill you just take a few small sips."

Omen took a sip and immediately put it back down but softly and smile at her. "It was a drink. No more though, and yes there's more to tell!" Omen looked at his book "I often get into trouble, though since I'm also very weak I have not been very successful at getting out of it." Omen shows her a large scar on his foot "My parents were pretty mad about this one, I had gotten an antler gashed and stuck in my leg." Omen looks at it peacefully.

Suddenly the drink kicks in, Omen grows drowsy and falls asleep in front of the elderly woman.