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.”
"Greetings, good sir! I am Galadriel Dawnblade, from lineage that now is forgotten. Coming from a hometown I can no longer call home, I escaped the shadows that dimmed its splendor. My steps have led me to this bar, seeking temporary refuge from the storms that haunt my life.
My story is one of sadness and loss, but also of courage and hope. I was born in a realm of indescribable beauty, surrounded by majestic forests and crystalline waters. However, the shadow of darkness rose upon us, corrupting all that was once pure and beautiful.
I am a traveler in search of a new beginning, knowing that I need to make a new name for myself, with a destiny yet unknown. If you permit me, I would like for you to take me to a tavern and perhaps share some stories while I sip on your finest mead. What do you say?"
