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?))
Gideon stared at the hag, he was uncertain about such people having been exposed to beings in the past of similar nature, his mind reeled with wary thoughts of what could possibly come to nature. "Well, I'm not a typical Elf, I don't posses any pf the unique abilities much like those of my nature, but I do posses all of the more common traits. However, I'm adventurous, I come seeking a start over, a chance to be something more than what was required of me. Having lost my parents to mysterious circumstances I left my home of Fi'Andria to seek out more promising ventures." Gideon said with a promising look in his eyes. "Perhaps, a more simplistic living."
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