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.”
*He would sit on the cushion where she told him to sit. He would take his sword off his hip and sit it down next to him and remove his gauntlets. He took out his canteen and started drinking. * "Im Grexisys, I'm just passing by on a trip to my old city. I'm trying to find out more of my past life. all I roughly know is that my mother was a high elf, and father was a human traveler. The high elf kingdom didn't like that I was a half elf and forced me out of the city where I grew up among the humans. I need a find a way back to the high Elf city once again, but I need more than just myself. Do you know where I could possibly find some partners?"
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