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?))
"When I was young my mother and father always tried teaching me things that I never found interesting, though I've always liked the idea of being able to protect those who I love. I always was, and still am, a free-spirited elf. I guess that's why they named me Nuae." she sighs, "When I turned 10 my parents went missing, and I had to stay with my grandma. now I am 19 and my grandma recently passed away and I am on the hunt to find my parents and to bring them home. I also want to protect my village from dangers to come, in the future." she looks at the woman, "But I am here seeking for answers about my parents. would you happen to know of anything?" she says, as tears form in her eyes as she listens to the woman.
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