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?))
"You've been expecting me? Pardon my questions, but why?" Chyer shakes her head slightly before looking over her seat, inspecting it for any dirt. With a grimace on her face, she takes a seat.
"Oh, to hells with it. What am I to lose by telling an old crone- sorry, lady, about myself?" she lets out a sigh of exhaustion as she slumps into the chair, still taking care not to make contact with the dirty edges.
"What shall I begin with? My birth, perhaps?" she pauses, shifting her eyes around the tent a little before she finally looks at the lady.
"I was born in Haelun'or," she gestures to herself "and as you can see, I am an elf. I believe I'd be considered a High Elf, but I was unable to meet their standards and was sent over to Amaethea. It took them quite a while to notice I wasn't a pure High Elf, so I grew up at home until I was about 5? They eventually found out about my great-grandmother, who was a wood elf, and swiftly got rid of me. My mother was quick to renounce me. This scar on my face and my discoloured eye?" she gestures to the left side of her face, grimacing. "It was because she left me in the woods." she quickly returns to a neutral expression and continues,
"Following that, I had been taken in by a nice couple. Two Wood Elven women. They were kind to me, although they quickly found a new favourite child. A Wood Elven girl, who looked much more similar to them. Although my adoptive parents were far from discriminatory, I guess it was difficult for them to think of me as their child when they had been so wronged by High Elves before. But still." her eyes become slightly teary, but she blinks them away, rolling her eyes.
"I recently left home. I fought with my sister, things escalated, and my parents took her side. They all think I'm too coddled. So I decided that I'll show them how well I can live without them. I didn't tell them anything, and I don't regret it. I packed my bags and now here I am. So? Enough of a sob story for you, my lady?" she grins mockingly, tilting her head in question.
Her face scrunches up for the umpteenth time, "Ugh. I've tolerated this stench for far too long. I'm leaving. Take a swim and wash off somewhere if you're able, will you?" she groans and swiftly rises from the cushion. "Farewell. I bid thee a good day." she ducks and steps out of the dingy tent, walking off with her nose clenched.
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