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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?))

The young elf stares at the woman for a moment. She wasn't really one for socializing with the way she was raised. Her eyes flicked back to the old hag, the memory of all that happened flooding her mind, though she didn't exactly say it all out loud.

"I was kidnapped with my friend as a child. He came from a rich family and they wanted him for ransome. I was collateral." Her voice was soft and calm, lacking a certain luster of emotion. This wasn't exactly a choice. After all, not all people were lucky to come from good homes or loving families. Perhaps all children deserve parents, but not all parents deserve children. This was rather evident when the elf chose to completely avoid mention of parents and went straight for the event that changed and brought her here to this land.

"I escaped. But there was noone that could or would help. And in the end, I lost that friend and was thrown into the streets on my own. So I survived on my own." The elf paused, hand hovering over a dagger that she carried for self defense. "I stole. Got caught. Learned. Adapted." She made eye contact with the hag, making sure not to turn away, borring into the hag's eyes. "That is the only reason why I am here. I did what I had to to survive."

"And I will keep surviving."