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.”
The elf hesitates for a moment, looking around the dim tent and the floating candles. She slowly sits on the cushion, her hands resting on her knees as she looks at the old hag with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.
"I... I just arrived here," she says softly. "This place is strange to me."
She glances toward the entrance of the tent before continuing.
"My name is Sherya. I came from the forests far away. I wanted to see more of the world beyond the trees, but I think I may have wandered farther than I meant to." The elf lowers her gaze slightly, offering a shy smile. "I do not have a grand story yet… only small steps and many questions."

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