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?))
Aelthira shifts and surveys her surroundings, then redirects her attention back to the hag. "I come from a large community of elves that live far away. The elders run all things, ig oncludinur labor, training, and future." She pauses as she crosses her arms lightly at the palms. "I was expected to follow their directive and never question them." She looks down briefly before returning to eye contact with the hag. "I wasn't going to spend my life waiting for them to set the direction of my life, which is why I ran away without saying goodbye. I have been alone since."
She exhales quietly, her shoulders tightening. “I don’t regret leaving. But I know walking away has a cost.” Her gaze sharpens slightly. “I just need to know if coming here was my choice… or if something else led me to your door.”
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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