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?))
"Honestly, there isn't much to tell yet, but I'll let you know what I can". Val sits down on the cusion cross legged, figiting slightly. "Grew up in a small town in the middle of nowhere, Family had been integrated into the human population for generations by the point I was born, so beyond the occasional story or half remembered tradition I grew up like a human girl, except for the obvious." Val points up at her slightly pointier than normal ears and bright green eyes.
"My name turned out to be a bit ironic as I started getting older. Val is apparently Thaudian for peaceful, one of the few words my mother actually knew in the language, but considering how many fights I got into, you'd think I was going out of my way to prove it wrong." She lets a lopsided grin take over her face, scratching behind her ear "To be honest, looking back that might have actually been what I was doing. Right now I'm just on the hunt to descover more about my ancestry and people, there were only a few other Adunian families back home, and none of them knew anymore than mine. I know that we're scattered all over, but I figure someone has to know more, at least in one of the big cities."
