Lynnie

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 walk over to the cushion she indicated. taking my seat and sitting criss cross applesauce. "Well my name is Lunarella Stargale, but please just call me Luna and as for my story. Well i'm just a wanderer really I've been from the highest cliffs to the lowest valleys. seen many of the sights these lands have to offer. But in the end i think i'm getting tired of it and i want a change of pace. I may not know what kind of change, but the winds take me were i need to go."