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?))
Sitting on the plush cushion, you stare at the woman with wonder. "How do you- I'm Cloud, though you must know that..." you trailed off. Looking at the details of the tent you answered her question. "Well, I come from the town a few miles from here. I'm an elf though I live among the humans. My family slaughtered for reasons unknown to me." Sighing while you glared at your hands, "Since I've turned 18 my human family kicked me out to let me find my own path, and now I'm here."
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