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—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
He looks towards the hag, pausing for just a brief moment before sitting down. "I'm not exactly sure what you want me to say ma'am, what story really?" He bit the inside of his cheek for a moment, his face contorting in consideration. He scratched at his scar only briefly before speaking again. "Really I'm just a traveling elf, I take care of my sister along with my friend Vanora. We aren't from anywhere near here, we're just trying to get away from things. My sister is young you see, really young. So I need to make sure she's okay, I'm all she has left." He gave the hag a small closed eye smile, seemingly done speaking about anything else, he didn't want anyone to know about his life or his home. He didn't want anything to go wrong.
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