Renplyn

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?))

Ayreen glances around his surroundings briefly then turns to look at the hag, inspecting her thoroughly before he begins his story. "it seems as if you know me, interesting" He sits and begins to fidget with a mechanical toy from his pocket. "Well you see, I was born in an old ragged cave system full of closeminded, moronic Mali'ker, so when i suggested we broaden our horizons a bit. Well they did not take that very well, being exiled from my own home i came to seek out something truly powerful. Knowledge. Knowledge is something that all things seek, However me more than others. Ive come to know plenty of things throughout my life but i've come to an interest in the arcane arts- The elements of our own world -and thats what brought me to a. Ayreen Stands up and puts the toy away, He hand gestures quotes in the air. "A beautiful place like this". A smug smile on his face he awaits a response.