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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?))

"My story? My story is a long one, one filled with bizarre secrets and knowledge only i may know, but for you i may spare a tale or two." Cherki says as she squats near the old woman, her pale eyes blinking in the candle light "my story begins a long time ago, before even i remember" for a moment her eyes drift off into the distance as though seeing something behind the old woman. "i am told my parents wanted a daughter, but i am less certain as the days unfold, my first step into my own path was discovering my infatuation with esoteric magics, magics older than even the elves. needless to say my father did not approve, so i was banished from the family trade of enchanting and sent to find my own future, and as i wandered i did find it. in an ancient cave deeper that even dwarves have tread, where nameless things fashon undulating tunnels i found my life my work and my hope. in those dank shadows and mired corners ancient things spoke to me, in a tongue i understood yet cannot name, they told me of power, ancient power, like that of which i hade been so fond, that could conjure not only wealth and power (paltry rewards) but a new age, an age where these ancient things could thrive, where i could finally be seen as the rightful equal i am, and so i travel and i collect and i learn for while my tachers knew of this sorcery, they knew not of the upper world and that powers current resting place, so i venture across the land searching for this ancient knowledge." her eyes refocus on the hag as she direct this to her "i have come hear because i have heard whispers, whispers of you and your knowledge, your ancient traditions learned from older practitioners, and i have come seeking that knowledge in the chance that it may be what i seek, so what say you witch, will you give your secrets willingly or must they be extracted through other means?"