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.”
"Oh hello, you spooked me a bit" she said surprised. "I kinda got lost, I was on my way to the kingdom to look for my friend but... I might have taken a wrong turn somewhere.
The woman answered: "that is not what I am asking, just tell me your story."
"Well I am Daisy a high elf. I actually dont know my last name because I am an orphan. I met my friend when I was 3 and we have been together ever since, until she was sent somewhere and she left leaving a letter for me. I am kinda worried about them tho, because it is not really custom for them to just leave."
"Also ma'am, what did you mean with I've been expecting you...?"
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