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?))
"My story?" Nephinae exclaims, not expecting to hear such a heavy question. She walked slowly under the dim candles past the mounds of mess and old fishing equipment and towards the mysterious lady.
She grabs her dress to the side and kneels on the stained cushion.
"Why I come from the Silver Empire of Haelun'or, Karinah'sol, to be exact"
"I come from a fmaily of crafters" She remarks whilst glancing down,
"My Father a smiths man, he made the finest weapons, My mother who had a hobby for painting but she chsoe to look after us instead." Nephinae Sighs thinking of her difficult childhood.
" My father provided for us, Me especially funding my studies in the science behind magic" She dusts her lap, and stands up smiling down upon the unknown lady.
"Which is why I must go now!I must continue my travels for my research" grabbing her bag and swinging the strap around her shoulder.
"Take care!" Nephinae says as she hurridly walked out the humid, moulding tent
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