boilpotato

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?)) Melinir stepped cautiously into the tattered tent, his silver eyes darting around the dimly lit space. He felt an immediate discomfort in the swampy atmosphere, a stark contrast to the elegance of elven forests he was accustomed to. As the old hag acknowledged his presence, Melinir hesitated, momentarily surprised by her recognition. With a polite nod, he acknowledged her invitation and settled onto the offered cushion. His voice, soft yet determined, carried an air of reserved caution as he replied, "I seek solitude, a respite from the bustling world. I am but a wanderer, seeking solace away from the company of other creatures, hoping to find peace in the quiet embrace of nature's untouched realms." Melinir spoke of his longing to distance himself from the complications of society, his desire to reconnect with the raw purity of the natural world, away from the conflicts and entanglements that often plagued the realms beyond the tranquil forests of his homeland. He didn’t disclose the exact reasons, maintaining a shroud of mystery around his past and motivations. "I yearn for a place where I can commune with the essence of the land, where the whisper of the wind and the murmur of the streams are the only companions I seek," he continued, his voice tinged with a quiet determination to find solace in the solitude he craved. With an air of secrecy surrounding his intentions, Melinir carefully crafted his story, revealing only fragments of his true quest for isolation, hoping the old hag might assist him in finding a sanctuary far removed from the prying eyes of other beings.