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.”
"Uhh..-Hello dear lady!"- She says nervously-"My name is Aelri Valfir, descendant of Elduin Valfir from the Isle of Nevaehlen. Oh, how I wish to go back home!"- Sbe wipes her tears away from her face. "After my parents died from a disease, I had no choice, but to find my destiny"-She says while becoming more and more relaxed. "I have to fulfill my mother's dream and step into her footsteps: Its my time to become a druid and ease the pain of those who have fallen ill of bad omens!"-taking a deep breath she realizes, her hope is right in front of her.
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