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? Well deem my feathers ruffled.." The girl laughed softly, then cleared her throat and took a seat on the cushion opposite of where the old hag sat. A momentous silence occurred, and an awkward aura manifested itself before the girl cleared her throat with a sheepish chuckle, holding out her hand for a handshake.
...
"No? That's alright then.." She chuckled, pulling back her hand. "Tell you my story you say? Well, I'm Valenia, and I'm a high elf. I'm merely finding my way to Haelun'or, I set off a while ago, and can't seem to find the right way back. Now, what is an old beauty like you sitting here in the middle of nowhere? I'm sure there's other places you could be."
(END)

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