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.”
*Samred raises his eyebrow at the hag, as he carefully takes a seat on the cushion. "I hope I'm not in trouble, I only just got here." *Samred stretches as he settles down and places the equipment he was carying on to the side of him. "As for what I'm doing here, just passing by. I am on a journey to Nor'asath." *Samred takes out some dried meat from his bag and begins snacking on it.
"Why are you so interested in my story? There's not much to it. My parents died, I wanted to travel around a bit, I did I decided to move to Nor'asath, and now here I am." *Samred continues to eat, the silence continues until he finally breaks.
"Fine fine, I'll tell you. My parents died to a disease about a year ago. My sister and I tried to care for them as much as we could, but there was nothing to be done. We didn't want to stay where we had been living so we decided to get a fresh start. And where better for dark elves than Nor'asath?"
*Samred finishes his food and leans back on his arms. "I'm hoping to join the military when I get there. You see my sister is a bit of a troublemaker, so getting into the good graces of the community will help mitigate any problems and provide some stability. And that's all to it. I'm a young dark elf so my story has yet to be written. Maybe I'll come back and tell you some more when it develops a bit."
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