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.”
A tall yet witty figure entered the hut with little to no sound; clearly not paying any attention to the voice. The elf's eyes darted around the room at the array of candles in the air. With little to no thought, the woman got onto her tippy toes and reached for one of the candles in an attempt to boop one. Only then did she notice the elder standing only a few feet from her. "AHH-" The elf's hand went to her mouth while she slammed her heel back onto the floor, seeming to feel extremely embarrassed at the fact that they did not see the hag earlier. "Er.. Uhm." She gently cleared her throat before speaking. "Hello.. I did not hear what you said earlier." She said clearly, "..If you did talk, that is." The second part was a bit muffled; while her hands went back to her side. When speaking her feet traveled her to one of the cushions, slowly sitting down. They showed trust into the stranger, quite interested in many factors of this dim town.
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