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?))
"You've been expecting me? Then I guess it would be rude to deny such a simple request." Maladriel says in a confident tone. He sits, crossing his legs as he lowers himsefl onto the cushion. "I am Maladriel, although something tells me you already knew that. I believe it is my destiny to be the caretaker and protector of the forests. That is why I've come here, to find a druid that can teach me all I need to know so that I may be the barrier between nature and those who would cause her harm."
