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?))
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Elora's eyes gaze upon the hag as her nose scrunches up in disgust. Not just at the elderly woman, but also the town as a whole. The place reeked and was quite literally collapsing in on itself. She gazes down at the musty cushion.
"I'd rather stand."
She mutters out as politely as she could, then crosses her arms. As the old hag asked again for her story, she raises a brow skeptically.
"What do you mean by you've been expecting me? What reason do I have that I should tell you anything?"
Some back and forth between her and the old hag, and Elora gives up, sitting down on the cushion with a disgruntled look. Perhaps this hag can provide her with information on her mother's whereabouts.
"I am a wanderer, I supose... I'm looking for my mother. She is an elf, like myself."
When Elora mentions her race, her chest puffs up like a proud bird.
"Years ago, she was exiled from the capital of Haelun'or because she had an affair with a Farfolk. Can you believe that?! A Farfolk of all people! I cannot possibly imagine what was running through her mind to make such an idiotic decision. It's like spitting in the face of your family, friends, the entire elven race!"
Elora leans forward and exclaims in the old hag's relatively calm face, her face twisting in anger. It was almost like she needed to rant this out.
"Regardless, her actions ended up in my own exile. Because of "The chances I may be impure."
The high elf mocks in a purposefully dunce tone, like she was impersonating someone.
"So I have to find her, and show her the consequences of her actions, how they affected me, she practically ruined my life!"
Elora goes silent for a moment, fidgeting with her hands as she glances at a damp spot in the tent like it was an interesting book.
"Then... maybe they will let me into the capital again. Perhaps they'll actually see I am deserving to stand in their society, that I am an equal."
Her voice grew a bit softer as she thought back to the capital of Haelun'or. How simple those times were.
"And I will do whatever I must. No matter what the cost is, I will prove myself worthy."
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