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?)) *with a slight grin followed by a nod* Liafina lifts her head and replied, "I am Liafina Eyntan, I hail from the woodlands of the Vale of Nevaehlen. I was taken away from my family by a group of bandits when I was just an infant. Luckily, I was able to escape by the age of 16. I now travel a long and tireless back to my ancestral home in the Vale to claim my heritage and learn their ways. I wish to finally find a place where I truly belong. Among lost family and friends I will learn what it means to be a Wood Elf and will stand with and for my people no matter the cost.
