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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?)) *She musters the Hag as she takes off her hood. "So? where do I start?" The elven lady takes a short moment staring right past the old witch, then she snaps back "I just woke up one day in some town, I do not really remember the name of. Being poor I startet traveling around, picked up the nomadic ways of trading goods. Don´t remember much about my parents. They always tried to act like we were human, but ... " She points at her ears "... as you can probably tell it's not really true." Mahonia pauses for a few moments. "But its hard to break with old habits. I want the people to recognize me not for my ears but for who i really am." She takes another pause staring expectantly "If you know me you probably know why im here, I presume."