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'm traveling this country to find magic." Godflict says. "I want to become the most powerful magic elf their has ever been.". Godflict looks at the hag, staring into her eyes. "Magic is the most powerful tool we have and it seems like no one is seeking what we can really do with it. I want to discover the true power of magic and use it to my will." Godflict looks away from the hag. "The mysteries of magic are not even close to being solved, so if I can wield it for my own gains, then I'll do what I must to get there. Other than that, I'm taking merc jobs to pay for food and inns. Maybe I'll start a party and have a following here soon. Just wait for the almighty Godflict to rise in this mysterious world we now live.". Godflict walks out of the tent. "One last thing, find a new tent. This is disgusting to look at." Godflict leave.

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