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?))
A seasoned Wood Elf has seen the ups and downs of millennia in the old woods. His lengthy existence has been entwined with the constantly shifting rhythms of nature, having been born amid the whispering leaves and dappled sunshine. Thalorin appeared in the globe 320 years ago, when there was a fair amount of peace. He was raised by the elders of his tribe, absorbing the profound knowledge and customs that had been passed down through the ages. Thalorin had a deep affinity with the natural world from an early age; this talent earned him the title Windwatcher. Thalorin developed his hunting prowess and people-protecting abilities as he aged by learning the mysteries of the forests.
