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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.” I've come from a far, I'm a Dark Elf... How do you know me, why have you been expecting me? I'm an adventurer, I search the vast land for exiting new things to explore. I travel alone and I like that. I like to think that the spirts are with me. They make me feel whole as one. I've been interested in magic and powerful spells all my life. The reason I'm here is because I was banished for not defending my home town.

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.” I've come from a far, I'm a Dark Elf... How do you know me, why have you been expecting me? I'm an adventurer, I search the vast land for exiting new things to explore. I travel alone and I like that. I like to think that the spirts are with me. They make me feel whole as one. I've been interested in magic and powerful spells all my life. The reason I'm here is because I was banished for not defending my home town.

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.” "I've come from a far, I'm a Dark Elf... How do you know me, why have you been expecting me?", I paused for a moment, "I'm an adventurer, I search the vast land for exiting new things to explore.", We sit in silence as I think of what to say next, "I travel alone and I like that, or I just haven't found the right companion." "I like to believe that the spirts are with me, they make me feel whole as one." "I've been interested in magic and powerful spells all my life." "The reason I'm here is because I was banished for not defending my home town."