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?))
Astrid Siro looks down as she tightens her grip on her cloak, seemly to be cover in dirt and dust, before sitting on the cushion. She speaks softly, as if she doesn't like to speak about her own past "Well... My story isn't much but... I was raised without any knowledge of my family. All I know about my family is that my parents are not of the same race, one among the dark elven and one among the wood elven... I was abandoned to be raised on my own around Nor'asath." She stares out of the tent, feeling tense and anxious about thinking and remembering all the events before continuing, knowing that the old hag would like more, "I find myself own learning through the interest of reading and finding knowledge in conversations. I learn to use the bow and the sword, but I wish to find more." Astrid starts to stand up as she continues "I find myself running into the forest, with no clear goal in mind. I'm left with not much but the knowledge of how people would see me, a mixed elf, and the tune of the nature." She turns to the old hag before asking, realizing that she has her emotion boiling. "I'm sorry if it's a bit much... What must you request for me?"
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