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.”
Alec was curious at first but a little vigilant "I come from the west and got lost on the way..." Alec muttered, "I did labor at my parents' cabin-house located in the forest almost my whole life there but now i travel in search of a home" Alec dipped his head and sighed before looking back up "My father used to be a part of the ISA, ... you know the Empire? Anyways, our house was just in the woods there, my mom was an elf though" Alec took a breath and hesitated before continuing... "But not my dad, he was difficult i couldn't be there anymore."
