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?))
I sit down slowly and quietly without breaking eye contact. "And how would you claim to know who I am?" says I, keeping a serious and quite intimidatingly neutral face. "I am the youngest of an ancient family from the great kingdom of Norlannd. The Yno'kme family. Our name is not famous, yet it is a great line of noble elves that is very respected by our neighbours since the time of my eldest known ancestors. I am a traveler who is looking for knnowledge and wisdom. I have spent most of my life pushing my body and mind to their limits to increase them, and now I live to explore and meet other people. My family has always been very open to strangers and their ways. I live my life as my ancestors taught me, which is by traveling to aquire more knoledge and diversity to better myself.
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