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?))
"Well, my sister and I have been traveling around for quite some time you see, about a year ago our father got horribly sick and unfortunately our care wasn't enough to help him and he ended up passing. Without our father, who is a wood elf, and without our mother, who is a high elf, which she died during childbirth, we had no one but each other." I shy a bit from the woman, still clearly upset about the death of my father, staring up at her I proceed, "I decided with my sister that we should go out and look for more opportunities, and luckily she was happy with joining me." A smile dawns my face as I think to my twin sister, Ariawyn. "We are just looking to find new opportunities and live life to the fullest." I grin wider.
