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?))
I slip into the tent with a weary, but warming grin across my face. I look around cautiously, my yellow eyes dancing with the flickering candles. My weariness goes away as i plop down on the cushion, my optimism flooding my body. I look into her eyes and smile cheerily, "I'm a - well. I'm just an elf, traveling rom a little village tucked away in the hillside and forest." I fidget with my hands as i remember my home. "I grew up surrounded by nothing but the other elves from my village, and quiet meditation days."
I look away from her for a moment, "i guess when you get everything you ask for the minute you want it, you start to lose interest in life."
I smile wide again and stand up slowly, while facing her. "Now I'm on my own, and despite the fear, I'm more ready to do things for myself, more ready to face challenges and become someone i can rely on."
I give her a final big grin before slipping back outside, looking to the future.
You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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