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?))
"Oh... I... I'm just a traveller from Talar'nor. I borned as a High Elf but ı decided to leave my high elf live behind. It just... I didnt like how my own race I'm tired of my own kind being so arrogant and thinking of themselves as superior. It was torture for me to stay there when even my own parents were like that. That's why ı cut my hair. So I decided to leave the place where I was born and travel the world. To be honest, this life makes me feel happier."
Old hag shakes her head. "I see... I see... What's your plan then?"
Reina smiles. "I'm going to travel all the world. Meet with new persons, learn about different cultures... Shortly, ı will be 'free'. This freedom is a blessing for me after the pressure my family has put on me in the past."
