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))
The elf narrows his eyes at the hag, readying his sword arm in case he has to fight
"Who are you, and how do were you expecting me?!" he growled. After a short pause, he continued.
"I'll stay standing, thanks. My name is Pelago, I'm a warrior seeking to find a new life. I was banished from my tribe. *the elf checked out the tent flaps to make sure no one was coming, then continued
"I should leave now..." He handed the hag a coin a few coins, then turned and left out the tent entrance.
Clothing: Dark green vest, white undershirt black pants and brown boots and gloves.
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