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?)) "...It's a silly story I guess... but the main thing is I came to make friends I never got to go out I was always hidden away because I grew up in a town of humans. I was bullied and had to wear a cape my whole life to hide my ears but I always loved to dance my mother taught me about her culture of the wood elves and the small town she grew up in, she was the most beautiful girl in the village but she fell in love with a human and got kicked out but that didn't stop her from teaching me about her culture she taught me everything she new... that is before she died, They killed her right in front of me because of her race. My father eventually went crazy and left when i turned 18 so i came here to find love and learn about my culture."
