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?))
I cautiously take a seat on the offered cushion, my eyes never leaving the old hag's piercing gaze. The flickering candles cast eerie shadows across her wrinkled face, making her appear even more mysterious.
"I've heard tales of your wisdom," I begin, choosing my words carefully. "I've come seeking guidance and answers. There are mysteries in my life that I can't unravel, and I've been told that you possess knowledge that could help me."
I watch her intently, hoping that my words have struck a chord with her and that she might offer her guidance and wisdom to help me on my journey.
Lenora Elgrove's existence was shrouded in secrecy and forbidden love, a tale of a wood elf who bore the weight of an illicit union between two elven realms. Her story is one of struggle, resilience, and the quest for acceptance in a world that rejected her very existence. As a young elf, Lenora spent her days exploring the dense woods, learning to move silently through the trees and blend seamlessly with her surroundings. Her keen eyesight and sharp intuition made her an excellent tracker and scout. One fateful day, while Lenora was on a solo expedition deep into the heart of the forest, she stumbled upon an injured wolf cub. Rather than reacting with fear, she approached the creature cautiously, tending to its wounds with her knowledge of herbal remedies that she learned from her mother. This act of compassion forged a deep bond between Lenora and the wolf, whom she named Atlas. Atlas became her loyal companion and protector. From the moment of her birth, Lenora's existence was a delicate balancing act. With the delicate features of a high elf and the wild spirit of a wood elf, Lenora was a living embodiment of the forbidden union between her parents. As she grew older, Lenora's fascination with flowers blossomed into a dream of opening her own flower shop, a place where she could share her love for the natural world with others. She would spend hours cultivating her own private garden, carefully nurturing each bud and bloom to create unique and enchanting floral arrangements. When Lenora came of age, she set out on a journey to gather rare and exotic flowers from the distant corners of the world. She ventured into enchanted meadows, climbed treacherous mountains, and traversed dense jungles, all in pursuit of the most exquisite and mystical blooms she could find.
