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?))
"Must be quite famous for a woman like you to recognize me," Thalia sarcastically remarked with an attitude. Her eyes scanned the room before shifting over to the gaze of the old hag; they were as fierce as a viper's. She quickly responded, "I don't have a story to tell. At least, not to you."
(Thalia was raised in a nomadic tribe of wood elves that dispersed in the aftermath of an attack that left their ranks in ruins. Her tribe was one of questionable tactics that could have been seen as violent compared to other wood elf communities and this didn't sit right with a good portion of the other elf civilizations. Thalia is unaware of what group ambushed her family, but she knows for sure that someone out there must have had it out for them. Now, she must live amongst the pacifists and try her hand at uncovering the mystery of her attackers.)

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