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?))
"good morrow my friend, I know not who you are, but I sense a wise air about you. My name is Eldacar I have come a long way with my partner Eon in search of a place to begin afresh. meeting new elves and making life-long friendships. Please lend me some of thine wisdom madam as to how to be a successful business elf, and friend to the folk of these parts."
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