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.”
((How do you respond?))
"I . . . you know who I am?" She responds, caught a bit off guard by the question. She cautiously walks forward and sits on the cushion, not wanting to seem rude. She thinks about the question, my story. The question seems so clear and yet vague. "In all honesty, there isn't much to my story." She says shyly, "All I want to do is go out into the world and explore. I want to write down what I see and learn!" She has always been excited about one day writing down everything she has learned, in the hope of one day passing it down to the little ones back home. "Honestly, I love writing; it has been something I have always loved," she says as she stares off into the distance. "I want to be able to go home and tell everyone about the world!"
She touches her satchel, "In here are the beginnings of something great. I have been writing in this book since I left home. Writing about all the new things and people I have met so far on my journey." She closes her eyes and thinks back to her journey, traveling through flower fields and forests at night. She is optimistic that the world only holds joy, she wants to prove her mom wrong, that not everyone hates dark elf's. "I want to prove that people deep down are good, that everyone has a little bit of good in them. I just hope I am proven right." she laughed nervously
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