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?))
Im a old dark elf! I lost my Village and my Family... I lost me and my everything... I wanted to run away of my backround story but i guess now i cant anymore... My village got destroyed by a Forest fire... It came at deep night and we werent able to defend us against...
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