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?))
After a sigh I say: -I am an elf born in a small village. My parents died shortly after I was born, and I was raised by an elf who took me in in a cabin far from everyone. He taught me to hunt and fight, and thanks to him, I was able to find my place in this world and learn to live among others. *Shedding a tear* -He recently passed away from an illness, so I decided to leave that cabin and explore the world.
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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