Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
“Wha… what? You were expecting me?” He looks at her with clear confusion before slowly sitting down. “But… if you want to hear it.” “My name is Sonin. I’m a dark elf, though I was raised in a human orphanage for as long as I can remember. That’s also why I can’t speak my native language and don’t really know much about dark elf culture.” He shifts a little on the cushion. “I left the orphanage when I was fifteen, and since then I’ve been wandering the world. The longest I remained in one town was about five months, but that was only because I broke my leg.” He rubs his leg. “I had to stay there while it healed and learn how to work properly again.” He pulls the sword from his back and studies the blade for a moment. “During all those years of traveling I picked up a few fighting skills, but I wouldn’t call myself a good fighter.” After a short pause he sighs softly. “Lately I’ve been thinking… maybe I should just stop wandering and find somewhere to stay. Maybe even try to find my family.”
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