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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?)) Nymeria's lips curled into a smirk as she placed a hand firmly on her bow at her side. "My story? Whatcha wanna know that for?" She cocked a brow, her blue eyes darting around the room before settling on the crone in front of her. "Relax little elf. What's an old crone like me gonna do with your story?" Nye scoffed, her muddy boots imprinting on the tent's floor. She couldn't describe what she felt, but it was some sort of warmth. "W-Well I don't know! You could sell my stories to the people that have a fond dislike for my kind." She stated, almost spitting the last two words out between her gritted teeth. In a fit of restlessness she folded her arms, her boots tapping louder on the ground whilst her ears twitched. "Nymeria. You have nothing to fear, you'll be alright - take this." The crone stated, placing a small book on the table in front of her before hobbling outside of the tent. "Hey! Get back here!" Nymeria called "I didn't tell you my name!" She sighed, rubbing her temple before turning to the empty journal on the table. "Well, what harm can this do?"

Fiddling with her pointed ears the short elf would glance around the place before cautiously stepping onto the wooden floor from the boat, she turned her amber eyes lighting up with excitement and curiosity. She held her trusted Silentsong next to her firmly picking at the wooden frame, after wondering around aimlessly she heard a low voice. Spinning on her heel, she took an arrow and placed it in the quiver of her bow before lowering hearing the cheerful man’s attitude. With her bow by her side she pulled her sleeve up to cover the red tattoo. “Hello sir.” The woman replied, her eyes studying the man’s posture and his nature, she heard the question and a million thoughts raced through her mind. “Adventure, and to maybe have a little fun a long the way.” Her lips curved into a smile, she walked past the man putting the arrow back in the bag. She ducked and weaved through the people, being her height meant it was quite easy however the ears were a big giveaway. She glanced up to the city gates and walked confidently yet cautiously through them.

The short woman would glance up and down at the man, studying his posture whilst she put her hands on her hips. She stood proud and intrigued at the sight of the city with the gorgeous shops and stalls. Hearing the deep bellow of the man she cocked an eyebrow, looking up at him. “Here for a bit of fun, maybe for a bit of adventure as well. Or maybe I just want to make people know my name.~” She answered, her voice smooth. With that, she spun on her heel and started to duck and weave through the people occasionally stopping at a stall.