Tizlyne

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?)) "Um hello" I stutter in my unease. "I'm from the mangrove village out in the west. Our Lord of the village has sent me here on a quest to find something for his wife's illness but I dont know what cure may be found for her illness is quite severe...."

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?)) "Um hello" I stutter in my unease. "I'm from the mangrove village out in the west. Our Lord of the village has sent me here on a quest to find something for his wife's illness but I dont know what cure may be found for her illness is quite severe...."

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?)) "Um hello" I stutter in my unease. "I'm from the mangrove village out in the west. Our Lord of the village has sent me here on a quest to find something for his wife's illness but I dont know what cure may be found for her illness is quite severe...."

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?)) "Um hello" I stutter in my unease. "I'm from the mangrove village out in the west. Our Lord of the village has sent me here on a quest to find something for his wife's illness but I dont know what cure may be found for her illness is quite severe...."

when Zeno was born she had a twin sister, Rosie, what was weird is that Rosie had a sun on her cheek, while Zeno had a Crescent moon her cheek. According to Wiki for high Elves " The other descendant races may have difficulty comprehending High Elven behavior due to the different mental time-frame their mortality imposes upon them. Thus, it is important to not only account for the cultural meaning of what a High Elf does, but also the meaning of how those actions will be felt for weeks, months, and years to come. " Zeno was a normal elven girl and didn't have these problems till she was two, Rosie on the other hand, Didn't get it till she was five. Life was pretty normal till Zeno was Ten. she had gotten her powers but because she was so young she didn't know how to control them, Thus she was Ten. Zeno ended up hurting Rosie seriously. Rosie stayed in the healing den for Three months, And Zeno stayed in her room, even when Rosie came back telling her it wasn't her fault but it was no use. she only came out when she needed to eat or train. when this happened she still didn't talk to anyone until she was Fifteen, she had trained enough to go to knight school, as the youngest trainer there. three years later she is now a knight, and looking for a place to call home, as she stepped of her boat, little did she know her adventure was about to start...