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?)) Example: (delete this)
"well my friend I'm glad you ask, it's quite long, i use to live nearby a camp of Human, lost in the woods, my mother and other elves came to give them food and ressources so they could go on with their journey, when she was pregnant with me she catches an unknown desease that became worst through her pregnancy, her skin would become dark and her veins were black, sadly, just a few months after I was born she died from the hands of an unknown entity that was responsible for her sickness, ever since I can only see it on my body, some parts of my body reflect what my mother went through, there's nights where I can sleep because I dream of seeing her in so much agony, i was told she was still caring for me and holding me even in her final moments. My father left our small village to try and find a cure for her, he never came back so I assume he died trying to save my mother, i miss my parents..." *he hide his faces in his hands for a moment before he continued* "I was raised my mothers friends, they were such good ladies and so caring, I grew up knowing how to cook, how to sew, how to properly take care of myself, after all my peaceful time i had my first nightmare and the eldest of our village told me I had to go on a long journey and discover what was the source of my misery, so here I am, sometimes the black spots aren't here, but most of the time I can see what took my parents away from me and it's painful..."
