Dragundalf

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?)) I gazed deep into the eyes of the old woman,wondering if i could allowe myshelf to relax in the presence of this curious stranger. My mind formed questions who fed my curiosity and blew away all thought of my former reason of entering the tent, until i couldn't resist, like it always does. I sat on the cushion she offerd me, and it sank down considerably, which surprised me because I was quite light even for an elf, but I ignored it and instead focused my attention on the woman again. Out of the many questions, I selected the most pressing ones, "Who are you, and why do you know me, or rather, who I am with nothing but a look?". Althought I had tried to hide it, my curiosity enchanted my voice with a light, but defiend exitement. Nontheless she didn't answer, suggesting that I should first tell my storie, befor I would get to know hers. I unintentionaly let out a little sigh and began to tell my tale, "I am from a grand family of Mali'thill, but always despised the high elves intolerance towards those that aren't pure high elves or not even elves at all. As I have a burning passion for knowledge and Magic, I was encuraged by my parents to learn. I was soon fascinated by Arcane Magic and especaly Evocation quickly had a place in my hearth. But after delving deeper into magic it became something like a dream to be a magic wielder. So I got even more passionate to learn more, but when I developt a little interesst in Mysiticism, my parents where quick to stop me. After they found out about the fact that I didn't mind what magic it was I heard about, only concerning myshelf with what the magic could do,they forbade my study. That was the point at which I knew I had to go away, away from them, away from the high elves and there stupid pride and go there, where I can study magic freely. So I left Healun'or, and met the wood elves in Leyulin, but I didn't stay for to long, althought I enjoied there company, because I didn't find any magic teachers amongst the few I met, which brings me to the present. I will not say that was all there is to my storie, but I think any more than this would be too much." the last words I sad quiter, almost like they where meant for me and not the old hag. "As for my name," I continued, "It's Dargundalf Dragonir, and as you might have guessed it's not the name my family gave me. I made it up, based on the names of some mages I read about. Now, I've really sad enough, and its your time to explain, and I think you know exactly how curious I am."...