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.”
The confused Woof Elf stared intensely into the hags' eyes searching for answers before muttering: "Why am I here?" A long silence fills the air before a smirk appears on the wrinkled face, "Why do you think you are here?" He stared at his hands trembling "I can't... I can't recall how I got here." A sudden fire in his chest burns, the memories that the Elf fought against so long to repress start to flood his mind. "I remember... The chaos... My bow, destroyed. My friends... No..." He drops to his knees "Felixii, guide me, these secrets will be mine whether by order or chaos. I will find it" The smirk on the woman's face fades slightly. "I hope for everyone's sakes you find the right path; this world is far bigger than just you young Wood Elf"
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