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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?))

The dark elf grimaced at the muck sticking to her shoes, while the pair was taken from a dead body they were still decent and now nearly ruined. Glancing to the old hag as she cleaned them her brow raises slightly. "Expecting me?" The elf's voice is quiet, hoarse from lack of socializing from others. A few moments go past while Omnyn glances around not in wonder but stalling. Waiting for the old hag to turn into some horrid above-ground creature that she had no idea on how to deal with. Perhaps going back to the caves would be the better option... Sighing the elf steps forward, slowly and almost dancing over spots that look too suspicious before taking a seat. Story? 

There is no story. A nineteen year-old Mali is essentially a babe to the world, there is no story to tell. No wild adventure or fantastical tales. Just a young elf who decided to go above ground to find crashed caravans to get new clothing and ended up lost in a swamp with a hag. "I only have a name, Omnyn." A name and a bittersweet relationship with (now) deceased parents. "My parents had me extremely late in life, exactly fifth teen years before my father became infertile, thirty for my mother. It seems mine were cursed to be incredibly unlucky." Omnyn remembers the story her mother told her as a young one, the names of all her siblings that never made it, died in the womb or at birth. Omnyn thinks sometimes that she was stolen instead, that her parents in their nearing infertility went truly mad and committed a crime just to have one child. Looking towards the hag it seems like it wasn't enough so the elf panicked. "I'm no good at this-" Holding up her hands she counts off things about herself, through the oversized gloves her fingers were visible with obvious caving marks. "My mother passed some years ago probably due to having me so late in life, my father went mad over this and I haven't seen him since. Most of my family is mad or perhaps the family I know isn't my own-" The teen panics more, thinking and over thinking and then rethinking. 

"I-" She takes a deep breath. "I live in the caves by myself. I prefer it that way but I'd still like to learn more about myself, my family. As a kid I used to get lost in the caves, would look at all sorts of things and wonder what they were. My mother tried teaching me but she could only do so much while sick. My father tried before he went mad. My parents were sweet, they did their best and I'd like to continue thinking of them that way." Omnyn's teen brain was working overtime, trying to have an adult conversation but it was turning more into a child trying to rationalize their experiences to an elder. To seek guidance. "I don't have a story to tell, not yet. I want to learn, to discover the things my parents would ramble about in their sleep." Omnyn glances at the hag again, to see if she'd fallen asleep or grown bored. "Say, granny, how about we try this again in a couple years when I've made it big time. If you're still around that is!" If this is an actual hag of course. Glancing at a fake clock Omnyn quickly gets up, shoes sticking to the ground as the dark elf hurriedly makes her escape. "See you sometime later then granny! I'm off to make a story that'll do you proud!" The teen makes her exit out of the tent, flustered at what had just happened. A kid her age didn't have a story but had the potential to make one. 

"Crazy hag, what did she want me to say? I fought dragons when I was five?" Trekking back the way she arrived Omnyn kept muttering to herself. "Well now I guess I have to make good on my promise to the granny."