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?))
He takes a seat on the edge of the cushion
"Expecting me?" He scoffed, pulling his cloak tighter against the damp air. He has look of superiority on his face.
"My story or what I feel is worth you hearing began near the outskirts of Haelun'or, My parents, bless their naive souls, raised me with the foolish notion of equality. They spoke of other races with respect, a sentiment I now consider a childish fantasy"
His eyes flickering between the hag and the candles. "Then, a tragedy struck. A fire, swift and merciless, claimed their lives. My uncle, a true Pure High Elf, took me in. He instilled in me the true values of my people and the importance of maehr'sae hiylun'ehya. His teachings resonated with me." His voice hardens "Years passed, I was filled with the pursuit of knowledge and the goal of becoming perfect. I focused on the arts and sciences, fueled by my ambition.”
"And so, here I am," He concluded, his gaze solely focused on the hag now. "Driven by a thirst for knowledge and a burning desire to prove myself, I seek answers. Perhaps you, despite your in this wretched place, could provide these answers?”
OOC: wanted it to be kind of barebones he is young and hasn't experienced much in life, and I want the world to really influence into what this character becomes.
