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)
Vochar eyes the figure in front of him as he takes in the pungent odours surrounding him. Being in a place like this was typically beneath the young elf those his sense of adventure and curiosity made him eager to find out more about the mysterious figure "Quite the place you have here..." He spoke, his gaze darting around the room half recoiling at the condition of the place and the other half keeping an inventory of his surroundings should anything arise.
" My story.. Yep, not much to tell there." He had the physique of a high elf, though carried with himself none of the regal and reserved behavior that others of his kind had. "Its been a tiring journey." The exhaustion escaped his breaths as he spoke "Grew up under the comfort of the high elves, though their style never really fit me well.. Kept talking on and on about 'how my attitute is not befitting of our kind'" The sarcasm in his voice apparent as he locked eye contact with the figure, fully engaged in their discussion. "So, eventually I just went out on my own.. Haven't really been back home, prefer it out here on my own.. I couldn't stand their etiquette if you asked me... Yep." He spoke with enthusiasm, though his demeanour expressed a sense of hollowness, almost as if he was lacking something within him.
He stood off into space for a moment before dragging himself back to the conversation at hand. "Well, what about you... What's the story beind. Erm,.. This lovely place?" He mustered up from within him the warmest smile he could despite the conditions, eagerly waiting the tales of the figure beside him.
