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?)) Lyris'ana carefully stumbles around the tattered tent, examining the decrepit surroundings, and gently sits on the cushion facing the elderly lady. "..You've been expecting... me?" she remarked, raising one eyebrow. "Well.." she continued, "I'm a child of the Mali'ame who was born within the deep forests of Aevos, in an isolated Seed, whose name was long forgotten in time. I grew up secluded, only interacting with those in my Seed and religiously worshipping the Aspects." She shifted her leg, jittering to and fro, before continuing, "That was how I spent my early life and childhood... it was stifling. I felt trapped, almost like I was not really living....so I left the Seed and set out for a new experience, something exciting, something mundane, anything that would broaden and diversify my horizons. Oh! But don't get me wrong", she begins, "I still follow the path and worship the Aspects, that part of me will never change. Eventually I would like to return to my Seed and my old life, however for now I hope to discover the world of Aevos, travelling all over the continent, meeting and befriending different races and see where life will take me!" she exclaimed with a bright smile plastered across her face.
