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?))
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I stare at her for a brief moment before saying, "I wished to see Haelun'or for myself. It wasn't what I expected. Being called 'Impure'. My mother warned me of such things, yet she still tried to make me fit in. Even gave me the armor I'm wearing to help blend in. Eventually I couldn't live there anymore. So, I'm traveling until something causes me to want to stay. I just wish to see more than just my village or the pride of the High Elves."
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