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?)) My story?... Well, I come from a planet far away from here, the name of our planet is Enaiposha. It was a beautiful planet filled with life.. Until The High elfs came.... We had a war for years... Maybe it's still going on at my planet... who knows. I was born 4 years before the war started. Our people decided that they were gonna have to send some of our species into space. Since the high elfs were winning the war.. So we din't go extinct.. thats how i ended up here. That's my story...
