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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've made it at long last! I do hope I haven't kept you waiting too long." Bows head in respect. "So it all began whe- is... is that freshly baked sourdough and brie... and.. and CRANBERRIES I smell?" Whips head around and eyes widen as her gaze falls upon the makeshift kitchen counter. "Oh, how silly of me! Always thinking about food! I do apologise. It's just, it's been such a long journey to get here... M-may I?" 

*lunch*

"Where were we? Ah yes, well I grew up in a rural little halfling town with my father. My father would often visit the nearby Dwarven towns to sell provisions as business was not doing so well in our small village. The dwarves were dismissive of him at first, but once they tasted his blue mushroom pie and pork chops, they welcomed him in with open arms, and even gave him a full time job as the village chef! So we moved into the district when I was at the mere age of 1. I've grown up around dwarves my whole life, so I do apologise if I show any signs of their brutishness! The silver lining is that they taught me how to fight well. Unfortunately I'm too small to wield an axe like them, but my dagger gets the job done anyway." Sighs and takes a thoughtful breath. "So many fond memories there. Until... that fateful day" Tilts head down. "One night, the district was raided by a skeleton army... This happened fairly regularly and the skeletons were never any match for the mighty and strategic dwarves when they grouped up." Bonnibel's voice cracks. "B-but my father was also out foraging for new mushroom species for his stews on the mountain range when this all happened. Initially he was accompanied by Doran the dwarf, who is my father's best friend and also like an uncle to me, but when Doran heard the horn, he ran back home to help defend the city. My father stubbornly stayed behind and no one has seen him since... He would never abandon me on purpose. It's been 10 years now Andy clues have led me here.. I must find him...” Bonnibel lowers her voice and whispers to herself, “Fear not, father, your little Bonnie is coming."