Mathi

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?)) Mathi enters the dim tent. Her Silver hair shimmering underneath her cloak as she takes in the surroundings. She meets the gaze of the old hag with a polite nod. "Thank you." Mathi says calmly. Her amethyst eyes holding a mixture of curiosity and caution. She gracefully takes a seat on the cushion, adjusting her cloak. " I am Mathi, an elf from distant lands. There is not much to my story. I grew up exploring the forests and searching for mushrooms while my family and I lived in a small city. I have arrived yearning for adventure, knowledge and perhaps a bit of guidance. I heard of your presence and I felt compelled to seek the wisdom you might offer." Mathi speaks with a measured tone, choosing her words carefully. Mathi's slender fingers trace the edge of her amethyst pendant as she awaits the hag's response, ready to share more of her story and learn from the mysterious figure before her.