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?))
Confusion instantly appears all over Elieth's face. "You're. Probably confusing me with someone else. My embarcation has suffered important damages and here was the closest shore ive found. Im just searching for information on where me and my crew are. Sorry if i interrupted anything!". He stood at the entrance in the middle of the now total silent tent, before the intimidating stare of the woman got to him.
"Well, if you insist. A bit grumpy are we?" That didint help the stare. Elieth sat cross legged on the humid cushion, smiling. "So. My story. I dont really know where I come from honestly. Me and my parents were always moving around small towns, due to my dad being a merchant. They were loving parents, but busy. I had to raise myself alot of the time." He sets his hat back up. "Its probably why Ive had this taste for adventure! For the sea! I can fight but the only thing I want is peace." Elieth looks down. "Maybe I can contribute to it in my own small way. I guess.. thats my goal." He looks back up to the old woman, realising hes really boring. He smiles akwardly and continues "Sorry for this rant ahah, why dont you tell me about this place? And about you!"
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