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?))
*Leafa looks over annoyed, unbothered & half sighing*
"Who's asking?"
Leafa continues, "You may or may not get to listen to my story but before we'll get to that, where's the booze and snacks? Since you seem to be eagerly expecting me.", before giving the hag the chance to answer.
*The hag chuckles and points over to the most comfiest spot in the shack with just that*
*Leafa cheers up a little and smirk*
"Well, alright then you can know my story"
*Leafa continues to tell parts of her story*
"I grew up in Elvenesse with my parents. As the only child in the family I was very spoiled and always got what I asked for. One day I demanded rabbit for dinner, as it is my favorite meal, but while my father was out hunting to fulfill my wish he was attacked by a bear, and not even his extraordinary bow could save his life. My mother has blamed me for my fathers death ever since, and therefore abandoned me in the woods, in hopes to never see me again. My journey for survival has lead me to this village."
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