powercribv2144

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?))

" Arr, well been waiting for a while for you, but whatever. " said Fingolfin, he took some time to sit and enjoy the tea laid out for him. The old hag waited in response to her question being answered.

" Been a short while now since i left the home, mum and dad was not happy with me traveling out to meet, you today.  A side from that been a short journey your not to far out from the city. Ran into a passing carven coming from the east had to grab some bread and meat for the trip and apert from the run in with the local humans calling me a every name under the sun it wasn't too bad.

Now lets get down to it, don't have much time to waste." 

The old lady snickered at the young elf, unknown if he upset her or if he was being judged. She slowly rose to a small table, by the end of the tent. it was hard to make out what she got out in the mood lighting oif this place, she slowly came back to the table and handed the young elf a wrapped gift. 

" Take this, and you can go now" the old woman said in a shallow voice.

As the elf rose tall above the lady hunched , and left back to the city he came.