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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?))

Arriving into the swampy town, Frill let out a deep sigh. She was obviously disgusted with the area, wondering what must have happened here for everyone to just let it’s maintenance slip away from it. She had never seen such a rundown area, having grown up in pristine and polished areas, never once had she even seen a speck of mold or a crack in any foundations near her home.

It was easy for Frill to spot the tattered tent, and while her common sense would usually tell to stray clear of it, she found her feet dragging her into the tent nonetheless. Upon entering, she was quick to notice it was dimly lit by candles, and found herself somewhat grateful for their presence. 

At some point, a hag enters and begins to speak, to which Frill instantly tunes in on and stares with nothing but her full attention. As the hag speaks, Frill inspects her appearance.
‘Mali?’ She thinks to herself, searching for pointed ears, before eventually deciding it would be unnecessarily problematic if she judges the person she - not so politely- entered the house of. Instead, she nods awkwardly before settling her skirt and sitting on the cushion.

“My story is a simple one," She speaks, her tone blank and disregarding emotion, “I’ve been raised in prim and proper ways by my Haelun and my Maln, seeking nothing but the highest education I can get, and wishing to know all there is to know about this world. As I lived, I never once ran into or interacted with anyone that was not as the same kind as me, a Mali’aheral. I wish to encounter new people, I wish to learn new things.”

Now, Frill was rambling and carrying the same energy as a bale rolling down a hill with no end in sight, “I do not dream of living an uneducated life, doomed to be courted and eventually wed to an equally uneducated spouse. I refuse to live the same life as my Lari’onn and my Haelun. I was given eyes to view the world and her beauty, and ears to hear the tales of those who walk along her surface. To not use these blessings would be illogical. Similar to that of a simple bird, I wish to spread my wings and fly. That is all that there is to my story.”