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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.”


"My story," Ellise echoed. The question had caught her off-guard, and she hummed in contemplation. What was her story, and when did it truly start? After a momentary pause, she responded in earnest. "I am... adopted." Ellise paused again, repeating the phrase in her head as she scratched her chin. "Ah, um, excuse me... I was adopted, and I had a sister. We both traveled together, usually around the country -- mountains and forests and such. She died a few years ago, but I don't think she was human like I am, and unfortunately, I never truly found out." At this, she notably began fidgeting with the strap of her leather satchel that sat across her shoulder. An assortment of natural medicinal herbs poked out from underneath the folded satchel lid. She continued. "As of right now, I am simply traveling. I hope to meet new people. And help people, like I wasn't able to help my sister."