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.” The rather growing pointed ears elf made her way towards the rather odd tent, her pupils soon shrinking as they were exposed by the candle that lit the room up only slightly, giving it that dim effect. "Ah.. Greetings, Miss. I see that you were seeking me?" She had states, although questioned the hag. The Elf found herself taking a seat within the tent and attempted to make herself comfortable as much as possible. "My story? Well.. It's rather short." Theya had let a small chuckle escape from her lips before clearing her throat afterwards. "Well.. I was born in Elvenses and raised there. I was to become a huntress and do some sort of Forging with my family, but then I was more interested in creating so I took it upon myself to go to the Kingdom of Urguan- specifically to Herfrumm and learn more. I wish to become a blacksmith." She nods, almost excited to admit to this to the Hag. "That is currently all that I have.. Is there anything else you wish to know?"
