LiliumDell

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.” Aerith sits down, positioning her bow and arrow on the floor next to her. She crosses her legs, slightly fidgeting with her fingers. "I think its a bit obvious where I come from." She chuckles, maintaining eye contact with the old hag, trying to read through her. "I come from a big elven family, both my mother and my father worked for the kingdom." Aerith changes positions, uncrossing and crossing her legs once more. "With that I also worked for the queen until I gave up. I prefer to adventure through the land rather than sit around recieving orders."