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?))
She would look around, her green eyes darting until she decided no one else was listening. It didn't matter, really... But she wanted to maintain her mysterious aura. " Well... I come from a small village deep in the forest several miles from here, living with a small family of elves." She said. "Not fully blood related but family all the same. Until I got tired of the same old routine. Feed the livestock, Hunt, Bring back herbs, the whole shebang. I mean, I'd been following the same schedule for the past 18 YEARS, can you really blame me?" She would kind of laugh at herself even though her face would set into a very serious expression. "So I packed up everything and left. Now I'm here, looking for new magic. And possibly some friends." She would now look at the old hag in an almost teasing manor. "Now.. Tell me yours."
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