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?))
'Oh.. I.. I.. hello.' *Aurora hesitantly sits down on the cushion* 'My story, lets see.' *Aurora looks down and ponders for a moment before speaking* 'I come from a long line of elves, and I just recently decided it was time to branch out from home. My sister and I.. we haven't been seeing eye to eye so I've decided it's time for me to move on with life, and find my place.' *Aurora begins to shake her leg in a nervous tick* 'I.. my sister was my best friend. But she and I have differing opinions of the world. She thinks all we need is each other and we should stick to that, while I on the other hand wish to branch out and see the world. I miss her, she has no idea I've gone yet. I wonder if I've made the right decison.'
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