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?))
The High Elf stood there for a moment in silence- her face turned towards the old hag, as if staring in her general direction through her blindfold.
This silence was eventually broken as Rahel’s slender fingers slid down and eventually panickedly fumbled about her coat- only to draw out a piece of paper, carefully unfolding it before she made an attempt at handing it out to the other woman- only for this one to take it from her hands to read through it’s contents for a moment.
"..." the wrinkled hands then reached back out to set the note back onto the High Elf’s softer ones, a slight crumple heard as an old back found it's rest upon a large cushion. "Lost your way with words mh? Well I should be good news to you- I know where to find your people, I’ll have a letter sent. Hopefully they’re grateful enough to make up for my troubles. Why don’t you go and stick around a little before then? Take a tour around the town, I don’t know.", she tapped her fingers over the cushions with some annoyance- or maybe uneasiness at Rahel simply standing there, "your troubles should be coming to an end, you hear?"
The concerned gave a few affirmative, relieved nods to this- albeit a bit off the location the old hag was now sitting over, making it appear as if she’d been gesturing to the tent’s torn clothing. She carefully and slowly turned around once more, retrieving a long cane of sorts that had been kept concealed underneath her attire since entering the tent. Rahel gave a few taps around in order to help herself back outside— all observed by the local who had already begun to write a letter to send towards the Ranaleth, informing them of the woman’s presence in town.
