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.”
I... Wait, how did you know I was coming? Well, anyway I come from an wooden hut in a huge forest, where I lived with my parents. One day, the farm didn't yield decent amount of crop, so my parents went hunting at the fields. So I've been looking for them, and also how to start learning magic as an elf.
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