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.”
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I looked at the old hag, standing there not moving. then suddenly I realised. "I've heard about you... you use the void to see the future the past and the present. My name is Ylthari. I come from a small town of elves to the north of here. I am here to learn arcane magic. I have always had a liking to it but the elves of my town disagreed with it so the punished me with exile from the town. Luckily I came across some dwarves who, once they knew of my liking to arcane magic, took me in to their city. I stayed there for about a month and then discovered someone who knew a teacher to arcane magic. You. So I have travelled many miles across the world to see you." I said boldly to the old hag, unmoving, unwavering...
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