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?))
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
Ethil took a deep breath and sits down and Ethil looks at the mysterious women with a mix of curiousity and caution.
"I'm a High Elf Scientist named Ethil who specializes in the study of magical phenomena. I've traveled to far distant places, seeking to understand the intricacies of the magics of the world and how it could be harnessed for the greater good what ever the cost maybe, I've been steadfast in my pursuit of knowledge." Ethil Says.
"I have come to this town in search of information about a particular magical artifact that I believe may be located here. I have reason to believe that this artifact holds great power and could be instrumental in furthering my research. However, I am aware that this town may be dangerous, and I am hoping that you might be able to offer some guidance or assistance in my search."
Ethil pauses, studying the old hag's face for any signs of recognition or understanding.
"I am also curious as to how you knew I was coming. Do you have some sort of magical ability or foresight?" Ethil asks, intrigued. (Going to Look more on the wiki so might not get well with the current plot)
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