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?))
*She'd sat next to the old hag, ready to tell her everything* "Well, I was born into a loving dark elf family. I had 3 siblings, 2 sister and a brother. But it all came crashing down when an illness wiped most of my family..I couldn't bear the pain I felt at the time. It was all too much so..I packed a bag and ran off the next week. I hopped from town to town trying to fill this void or distract myself from seeing their faces."
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