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?))
"... Hello." Weary from his long journey, Fenrys takes a cautious seat on the cushion. Normally quite withdrawn, something in the hag's knowing gaze allows him to share his burdens in truth. "I've come here looking to leave my past behind. To start anew." The Elf pauses, deep in thought. "I was raised by humans in an assassins guild. Never questioned my purpose. Not until my mentor died. All I have left of him is the swine he had raised". Sure enough, as though in response, the pig oinks from outside the tent, where he is tied.
"But I am an elf. Brought up by humans. There is nowhere for me to belong." He is quiet again, unused to speaking for so long. "...I want to build an inn. In some neutral territory, in the quiet of the wilderness. Where travelers may find rest and refuge between settlements. And where I can heal and carry out my vow, to never bring harm to anyone again."
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