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?))
Ara'yal jumps from freight at the sight of the hag and freezes on the spot for a few moments, waiting for something to happen. After a few moments of awkward silence Ara'yal takes a few gentle steps closer to the aforementioned cushion. Before sitting down the Dark Elf introduces herself "M- my name is... My name is Ara'yal... miss" her voice shaking nearly as much as herself. She sits down on the cushion facing the hag though averting her gaze. "My... story..?" Ara'yal asks having composed herself a bit for her voice to not shake as much as before. "I don't think... that there is much to tell..." She continues. "My story is yet to begin... or so I hope." She moves her hands to the sides of the cushion and grips them tight. After a long pause she continues, "I was.. I was exiled from my home village," she takes a deep breath and continues, "They said that I... that I didn't worship the gods right, or enough or..." She stops mid sentence having to compose herself before continuing, "They said to never come back again, otherwise they would hurt my family, my friends! I had to go" She waits for the hags reaction for a bit, and when she doesn't get one she sniffles and nods. "That... is my story if you can call it that..." She sits quietly, waiting for more questions or whatever the hag had in store for her next.
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