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.”
The curious elf would pause upon entering the tent, his gaze drifting from the dingy details of the shack to the old hag who remained inside. "You speak as if you'd been expecting me." The elf would say, almost skeptically, glancing to the cushion with dim eyes. Explaining himself wasn't his idea of adventure. "...There are many things I could say." He would say before a pause. "There is not much I am too keen on sharing with you, yet. I hail from the forest, and the land of my kin. Mali'ame, we are called. In my youth, I'd spent time as my uncle's apprentice in carpentry."
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