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.”
“Well…eh, How do I begin?” she stays quiet for a moment thinking on how to replay. “I can start with my name, at least, Leyun Arzen, nice to meet you. Eh… I'm a wood elf, if my attire and ears did not make it clear.” She laughs nervously a little, her red scarf muffles it a bit, but it can still be heard. “Ever since I was born, I always try to make something new, to this may of my poor parents being very much of Don't mess with nature thinking. I can't help it, I want to find the balance between nature and invention.” she sighs thinking about her life, “…so I left. . . Not for forever, I will come back… I just want to find my way in this life, where ever nature takes me… so this is my story…for now anyway” she lowers her scarf, so her smile is clear.
