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?))
He would stutter briefly before taking a seat on the cushion shown to him, mumbling out his words "My story? Oh where do I begin" He would chuckle a bit "I might as well get straight to the point after all there is not too much to me or my story anyway when I was born into the world or that was what me and my family were always told by other high elves. They told me it was something like" He would snap his fingers a few times taking a second to think before letting off a final snap between his fingers "Oh yeah they said I was not a true Mali'thill, thats what it was. Something to do with my mother falling for someone who was not a high elf themselves. Believe it was a dark elf but my mother never confirmed it to me if I will be honest with you." Connie would lean forward swiftly whispering "I think thats why im short, that quote on quote dark elf side took the heigh aspect" He sighed folding his hands into his lap "Assuming you are wondering how that all leads to me arriving here, well I was shunned from the city I resided in as I stated before and instead of dealing with such a hate from my own people I decided to head off on my own and explore around and see the world I grew my hair out a good bit to cover up the ears as much as possible but I can only get the point to stay hidden, its pretty hard to hide big ears after all." He would let out a breath after finishing his statment "Oh I certainly almost forgot, if you do not know already the name is Connie and it is truly lovely to meet you"
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