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?))
At first, anxious about what to share with the mysterious figure, I say, "There's not too much to tell, I'm a low-born elf". After looking into the hag's eyes and seeing no intent for harm, as a young naïve elf, I go on to say: "I'm looking for texts, this town supposedly held instructions for magic that the academy has lost it's records for". I went on to divulge "I've studied magic my whole life, and it is the reason I would even put myself in such a dangerous situation. I just want to understand more about the forces that guide the world around us. I hope I haven't intruded on anything, if I have I will leave and not come back." The hag waves her hand and says "I just want to understand who you are, what you came from". After a couple moments of contemplation, I respond, "Well I'm from a family that did not respect the arts, they wanted me to pursue academia, and study plants. But I won't sit in a room and watch moss grow on rocks. I refuse to be contained to sciences. I want to understand why things go wrong, what makes the lightning burn the forest down? Do you understand?"
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