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?))
"How could you have been expecting me if I don't know who you are?" Ailise questions, eyeing her suspiciously, "If I'm to answer your question, I think you should tell me who you are" Ailise stares at the woman for a moment, who doesn't say a word. "Fine, but if I tell you who my 'story' you tell me who you are, deal?" Ailise asks and the old lady nods. "I'm a dark elf, from The Crown of Amathea, I'm sure you know it" Ailise told her and the lady simply nodded as before, "I'm trying to get to Nor'Asath." "I wish to learn more about the Azulites and their practices and I'm hoping Nor'Asath has more answers than my homeland" Ailise said, getting quieter when she spoke of the Azulites so no prying ears could hear. Ailise was expecting the hag to looked shocked or at least surprised, but it was if she already knew that. "My parents were killed when I was young, murdered in the night" Ailise said, looking more solemnly than before, "So I don't know much about them and I've been on my own for a while." "It hasn't been all bad though, I got pretty practiced with a bow and I'm not too shabby with a sword either so I was able to survive" Ailise told the lady who leaned back in her chair and still carried a blank expression. "Now I think it's my turn to learn about you, isn't it?" Ailise mimicked the lady and leaned back in her chair, "I mean it's only fair right?"
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