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?))
Avriel glanced at the old woman, an uneasy look in her eye. "How did this old woman know she would arrive here?" she thought as she found the small cushion to sit on. "Well, I've been traveling, searching for Luminaire. I'm still a young elf, and have been told I'm unwise..." Avriel paused with a sigh. She looked down, almost ashamed of her past immaturity. "That was a long time ago... But my quest is to find the kingdom of Luminaire and settle there. To serve the other elves and so on..." Avriel paused, a trace of hesitation in her tone. "My words may seem over the top and confusing, but I know your wisdom can surpass my sentences." Avriel ended, hoping to not talk forever, and give the old woman a chance to answer.
"I see..." The old woman paused for a moment. Was she thinking? "I think you are wiser than you think you are. And as you've said, it is in the past and was long ago. People change, some for the better. And some for the worst. I can see you are truly sorry for your immature past."
Avriel nodded, the old woman's words comforting her a bit, proving her conscience right and easing her soul.
"I wish you well on your journey to find your home. I hope you find where you belong."
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