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?))
*The air thickened, his gaze quickly snapping over to the older woman.* "W- Who are you?" *He said, pausing for a second, then clearing his throat.* "Sure.. I suppose, though do not expect to much from me."
*For a second he hesitated, though the woman seemed kind, she gave off a warm and welcoming mind, reassuring the elf immediately.* "So like, what do you want to know? O- Or you know what? I'll just start talking, I assume I know what you want to hear."
*Sat down on the cushion she gestured too, arms crossing as he let out a short, although deep sigh.* "I'm Reinhardt van Xanten, a dark elf from a far settled, poor village. Up to this day my life has been pretty rough, considering my parents had left me at a young age. I never really played a big role in anything, to be honest. I was always just there, you know? People mostly treated me with no respect and it was a real struggle saving up some money to try and get through this journey I've been planning, safely and with enough food.
*Tilted his head slightly, arms uncrossing as a hand rose to itch his pointy ear.*
"That's basically all, I don't know what else to say, my life is mostly just all about actually staying alive, nothing like 'wanting to adventure' or 'have fun'."
*Paused, clearing his throat.*
"After all I only considered going on this journey to leave my old and poor village."
*Waved his hand nervously, just trying to get over the backstory as quick as possible, since it was a pretty sensitive topic for him.*
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