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?))
Danaë looks toward the old woman, noticing the human ears, with a sense of frustration and impatience. "I am Danaë of Celia’nor”. She'd relax her shoulders, and let go of her straight posture. "I appreciate your welcoming" she'd say in a strict but genuine manner. "I wish to understand your culture by assimilating within it," a sense of nervousness in lingering in her voice.
Visibly seeing the lady's confusion and contention but also her curiosity, "I apologize," Making direct eye contact with the woman before slowly resting in a seat "... For not answering your question. I am seeking to become a researcher like my father before me, and this is the path to do so". Reaching into her satchel, she would pull out a minature silver statue-- a peace offering and a symbol of her sincerity.
"May this serve as a gesture of goodwill... The Celia'nor value knowledge highly, and I hope you can assist me with this." The old woman would look at the shining statue, and the two exchanged a brief smile.
"So tell me, what is *your* story?,” Danaë asks
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