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?))
"Oh um.." I look around. Then peer back at the old woman, "I've been following my twin sister Marvia around, a year ago our father, a wood elf, died from sickness, as we were too clueless on how to care for him. With only my sister left, since my mother, a high elf, had died while delivering us, she asked me one day how I'd feel about traveling around with her," I smiled fondly at the memory, "of course I decided to go with her, I mean my sister is the only person I have and I'd do anything for her." I snorted as I laughed and playfully said, "I don't know if she thinks the same though." I looked down at my legs and flattened out my dress on my lap, "Erm, anyways... she's taken me here, I'm not sure why." I laughed a bit, "I just trust her to do what's best."
