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?))
"Oh, I just, uh…" Lycinddha stutter, tensing up. Remembering her manners, she immediately straighten her back. She gathers the bottom of her dress in her hands before going down in a curtsy. "A pleasure. Lyccindha, high elf. I've come all the way from my homeland in search for a welcoming community. I have abandoned my status in that land; discrimination was apparent and I am not willingly to be a participate in their devious endeavours."
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