long brown hair, dark blue eyes, light skin, slim build, 5'10, 140 lb
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?))
Fae would sit down at the nearby stool and eyeball the old lady "You've been expecting me?" she'd sigh "If you really need to know my story, I was raised by my mother and father up until adulthood. I'm seeking refuge after my father died in a jousting accident." Fae would stand and move to walk out. Before departing she would stop and turn her head toward the old lady. "Do you know how to get to Vortice from here? I've heard I may have a sister there, Karina." Once the old lady was done speaking to her, she'd take her leave towards Vortice.
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