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?))
Kael offers the hag a smile, sitting down and looking them over. "Quite the place you have here, eh? It's nice to finally settle in after a long trip...My story, well...My name is Kael Leafman, you may already know that. I come from a settlement of Wood Elves that have had their home destroyed by a band of ruthless Orcs. Fleeing, I had to run for days to escape them due to their uncanny ability to detect my scent and track me through the brush." Gesturing to his clothing that was tattered. "As you can see, the brambles were rather rough on me."
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