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?))
"There isn't much to tell, and I'm quite certain you know that." I told the lady, but she insisted I tell her more.
"A prestigious High Elf ran away and had a child with a Heartlander Human, then 9 months ago they were found by the High Elves and killed. I was supposed to be killed to, but I managed to get away somehow."
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