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?))
Elunara who was just passing by to find flowers for her mother she froze- does she talk to this stranger and defy everything her parents taught her or- does she run for the hills…
Of course she chose to talk to someone shes never met shes to curious..
”to this town? Flowers- but as for my story- don’t really have much of one yet. My parents are elves, a high elves. My father fought in a war-
mother hates the topic though”
She shifts uncomfortably in this unfamiliar tent “i thought about fighting in a war like my father be a solider- my mother would have my head if i did- so maybe a gardener- a medic? Who knows. Its a very stressful topic. I do adore flowers thought, butterflies as well. Can never catch one they don’t seem to like me all that much- wait a minute you said you expected me??” She whipped her head around to the stranger
”what does that even mean??”
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