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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?))

As Eladar stepped into the tattered tent, visibly tired and shaken from the hardship of the roads, slowly checking for any threat with his eyes, he answered. "Son of a librarian and a tavernkeeper. A kid with a passion for learning and an adventureous spirit, that's my story. I grew in a small town that had a large enough population to have the luxury of a detailed library. My Mother, always excited to teach younglings and show them the incredible magic of books, took me under her wing and started teaching me how to read even though my father despised even the thought of something as unnecessary "learning" she defended me and my passion for learning and thus my life long journey of learning started. I started with children's books that were read to me by mother but as i grew up my thirst for the knowledge also grew and my preferences changed with me: Philosophy, legends of old heroes both old and new, and especially the ones with magic. Magic ... the dream of a child that had nothing except his intellect and his wits, yes ... that's what i wanted. And thus i decided on my life's goal: Learning as much as i can and eventually becoming a wizard myself. I spoke with my father about the decision i made, he didnt like it of course and my father ,ever the stubborn man he is, refused to let me go or pay for anything about my education. So i left and came here ...