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?))
"oh- I apologise miss, I-I appear to be a little lost...I was just with my older brother, Terminus and his friend, Vanora...Oh! My name is Sylvia Root, Miss." She gave a small smile at the old hag. Her gaze soon drifted to around them. Her body give an involuntary shiver as she looked around the ominous tent, she could see well in the darkness but that didn't stop the quiet chitter of wild swamp bugs from outside keeping her constantly on edge.
"...I came from a far place across the ocean with my brother due to fights between my wood elf people and the dark elves, which is Vanora's Race!...I don't really remember much of my old home...what it looked like...smelled like, or even the faces of my parents...I've always only had my brother Terminus and that is all I need in this world" She spoke with a soft smile, her gaze far away and misty, as if remembering very pleasant memories.
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