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?))
"I ran to this unknown place. Through the fog I meandered and waded through, unsure of what my next step might lead. My home, a modest and humble village was set ablaze, I nearly did not make it." Kyoto sighed some amidst their explanation, "How did you know I was to arrive here? Why do you wish to know my story? Though you seem oddly trusting." The young Dark elf looked about the modest hovel he now found himself in, "I saw my parents burn alive, now they are nothing more than ash. Perhaps some escaped, I wouldn't know. All I had known, gone in a single evening, I wish it was not so, but now I look forward to what life may bring on my journey forth. Hopefully finding a home to call my own, or a people to feel at peace amongst their ranks."
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