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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?))

Falynn looked around the messy tent, unwilling to speak to the woman until she could get a good grasp of her surroundings, she's never been much of a talker. The candles smell like jasmine, her favourite. Unfortunately, Falynn has always been one to be easily swayed by the little things, the smell of jasmine invites her into talking to the woman, "Well, I'm just passing by, not really here to trouble you but I am a bit lost." She was on her way to a much further village to find some more paints for a mural that she's been working on for quite some time now. And, a combination of her horrible navigation skills and having never been to this village has brought her on a whole new path.

Falynn eyes a note next to the old lady, something was drawing her towards it. It read, "You may think you are lost, but in fact fate led you here. Your here to start a new journey, your beautiful paintings lack love and life, simply because you haven't explored the world, stuck in your comfortable home with the other high elves. If you want to be one of the best artists you must experience." Falynn internally snorts, she didn't want to appear rude to the woman but she wasn't exactly one to believe in fate. There was an empty spot next to the woman, suggesting that she should sit next to the woman, but Falynn couldn't bring herself to sit on the dirt floor and dirty up her new, white dress. No matter how much her feet hurt from her long journey, she couldn't stand the mere thought of sitting on the floor. However, the note made her curious, Falynn has always wanted to be the best in her craft, especially with how prideful and competitive her and the other high elves tend to be. She turns to the woman and starts, "Tell me more, about exploring the world.. what's so different out there compared to my home now and how can it make me a better artist?"