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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?))

Triarck Vaxirn glanced nervously at the old woman. "Who... are you?" His voice was soft and careful. "Maybe I can tell you a little bit... but don't expect much." Her tranquil demeanor was like a gentle push prompting him to open up. "Perhaps it's better if I just jump right in," he whispered. "I'd think you'd want the good points anyway." He sat down on the soft couch, hands in lap, and continued. "So, Triarck Vaxirn is my name and I am a dark elf from an isolated village. My existence was nice—too nice, actually. Here and there went the riches and comforts, but I still wanted more. I wanted to decide for myself which way to go, to abandon the protected life and to experience the world really.” With a light sigh, he continued very far away with his thoughts. “I’m Triarck Vaxirn, I’ve met a lot through traveling and living in cities that have wonder. The challenges were also unplanned. Yet… it seems this place is different. There is this gravity, a burning sensation of a being to which I have to listen. However, I will not grumble about it when I am in the company of a very nice person like you.” His hand moved to the side of his pointed ear and pushed back a small section of dark hair that was falling forward. "That's practically about it. I just don't know what to say anymore, to be honest I like to keep my story a bit more hidden… Not that there is anything else to say!! No no, definitely not."