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?))
"Hmmmm...". Harthedir sits and thinks for a moment, before continuing: "My story is not one of great heroism or valor. I have not fought in vast wars, nor have I defended the weak from those who wish to do harm. I am a simple hunter. A gatherer of the rich and luscious bounties of the forests. My life has, at most points, been a lonely one. When you spend days in the woods, following creeks and streams, hunting down the majestic beasts that dwell in the foliage, you don't tend to run into your kin often. Interactions with them are rejuvenating, but often fleeting. On top of this, I lost my parents at a rather young age. My mother was a seafarer, of a high elf origin, hence my lighter than average skin. My father was a common forager and craftsman. When I was 11, my mother went out on a voyage, and was lost at sea. We never learned what happened. My father did his best to care for me, but due to his grieving, and of course being nearly 450 years of age, he went mad and disappeared just after I turned 19. I do not know where he went, and I have spent some time looking for him, but all of the leads have been cold. During my searches and hunts, I have run into a fair maiden known by the name Voria. We have, on a handful of occasions, found each other tracking the same beasts and pests, but we have not learned much about each other beyond names." He stops for a moment to take a breathe, and to drink from his waterskin. "All of that to say, of course, is that I am here due to a lead I may have on my father. I know that was a lot to take in, but I don't have many chances to discuss this with others." He looks up, relaxing momentarily, looking into the candles hanging above.

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