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?)
Kiriel walks over slowly, the sleeves of his shirt stained by mud as well as the knees of his trousers. He looks around cautiously through his blonde locks before sitting down. "Me?" he questions, confused about why someone would be expecting him. "Well... I've gotten a bit lost. See, I left home-- thinking independence would be a nice change, but it seems I'm not very good at it." he looks down and tries dusting some of the mud off of his previously nice clothes. He chokes up a bit thinking of his home, how he was tired of the life as a 'high elf', how hard it was to keep it a secret that he was not of pure blood. That infact his short stature and lightly pointed ears were caused by his tainted human genes, the illegitimate child between an elf and a human. His stomach growled, snapping him out of his spiraling thoughts. "Do you know where I could get a meal here?" he looked tired as he had been traveling for quite some time. He was looking for a new life, a life of freedom far from the restraints of life as a high elf. It wasn't as if his old life was difficult; his pale skin and light hair made little room for question, and his mother spoiled him with expensive clothes, delicious food, and a nice home. However, he always yearned for more; he found his life of luxury was just boring. The new freedom was exhilarating. Kiriel knew he had no way to pay for his meal, but he had learned he was willing to steal or run out on a tab if he had to. Infact he was starting to enjoy getting away with it.
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