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.”
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Izel's nose subtly wrinkled as the question was posed, hinting at her discomfort with self-reflection and her reluctance to share her inner thoughts. "Ah..." She trailed off, lost in contemplation, as a flood of childhood memories swirled within her mind.
Raised in a family of doctors and scholars, within the embrace of a vast kinship filled with siblings and cousins, Izel held the position of being the eldest. It was a role that often found her tending to the needs of her family members. Driven by a deep commitment to follow in her family's footsteps, she dedicated herself to her work. Even at her current age, she was recognized as a highly proficient medic, providing assurance of health to those who sought her care. However, her life had revolved solely around her work and family, leaving little room for personal exploration. This had left the elf with a profound sense of melancholy regarding her own progress, making her reluctant to divulge her feelings.
Sucking her teeth in a contemplative gesture, Izel turned her gaze to the side. "Nothing of great significance," she finally stated, her full lips pressing together. "Just a doctor, that's all."
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