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.”
" Hi ma'am , theres not really much to know. But if you insist , I was left alone by my parents at the age of 12. I can only think that i may ahve been a bit of a handful but I always thought I was reserved and quiet. After being abandoned I would roam the kingdoms and country sides trying to find shelter. I came across a shop that was like a general store in a small village. I went in to try and find a peice of bread or someting to try and get me by. The shop owner stopped me and asked me where my parents were. I then had to go on to tell him that I was left alone and had to figure out things on my own. Thats when i was offered with a place to stay and food as long as I help around the shop. I couldnt decline the offer , so I said yes. The shop was pretty small and almost everyone that came were regulars. After a week everyone basically knew who I was. I am now 19 and still work of the shop. He treats just as if I was his daughter. I still question where my parents are , maybe one day I'll came across them again. For now Im trying to fi9nd something else for myself. As you can see I'm a high elf. Im wanting to be a mage. Im hoping to come across someone that I can apprentice from and learn from. That is why I'm here ma'am. "
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