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.”
"Vrax Mar'haelun," Len'leh nods respectfully. "I am grateful for your hospitality during my journey. I am travelling to Haelun'or to study."
Len'leh notices the crone's brief hint of surprise, and rushes to explain. "I know that an outsider studying at the Haelun'or college is rare, but I must try. I so desperately want to see the library and explore the city."
She hesitates for a moment. "Grandmother, I wonder if you might offer me some wisdom. I have heard that the high elves look down on those of other races, and prefer their own blood to be pure, but... well... my mother is a mali'ker of the Maiheiuh clan, and I consider myself to be a dark elf as well. My father dwells in Haelun'or and he doesn't know that his tryst with my mother produced a daughter. Do you think... if I find him... do you think he might help me gain entry to the college?"
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