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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?)) Remus goes in and sits on the cushion before looking at the old hag up and down, "Why exactly do you want to know my story?" The elf asked curious before crossing his arms "My story is mine to tell to whoever I think worthy to know, and I am certainly not telling my story to someone that I just met in a tent." He rolled his eyes before letting out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose "Honestly I don't even know why I'm here, growing up I never knew my family, and where I came from I had always lived alone in the dark forest with tall trees and the only social things I got along was with animals, maybe I can just never stay in one place...either that or maybe I was never the person who would go around telling my business and would like to keep it private and liked to talk to someone who would understand or maybe I'm still searching for a place I can properly call home..who knows but like I said my story is for those who is worthy enough to understand the deep darkness in me." The elf said before standing up and leaving the tent.