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.”
''I am Jenifael, I live in the far city of Haelu'nor. these peoples helped me since my young age and now, i am fighting for them in other words, i am an elfic soldier. I always like the snow inside of my city. My parents were only simple peasants having trouble paying their bills. I am currently in a quest to create an alliance with the forest elfes. So here i am in a old dingy town close to the village of the people i seek." I look up and stare at the old hag eyes and ask" who are you and how do you know who I am!"
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