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.” The tall Elve sits down on the Cushion, he Takes a deep Breath and then Looks at the old Hag "Well" a deep Voice escapes his Troat "its a long Story, it begang 10 Years ago" he starts Speaking "I was a young elve, i wantet to see The world and so i did. I made my Way trough Undiscribable Landscapes, i saw Glorius Citys and Ghost Towns, i Met Friends and Fought Enemys. After some Time i Came toghether with some Other Travelers, all with the Need for money, and we Accaptet a quest. This Quest however has Cost us Strength, Will and Lives, after that i came her, willing to start all over again" he Looks at her, a Slight smile on his Face "i hope you understand that i dont want to tell you the whole story, yet..."
