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?)) The young man replies to the woman with an eager heart.
" I am a wood elf that is looking around the world currently.
I do not know or remember who my family is but i remember growing up being adventurous!
I also enjoy sorcery and magic and might become a wizard,
yet i also enjoy the qualities of being a royal,
though im not sure if theres a possibility of being both."
Sol looks around one more time,
interested and trying to get used to the surrounding area.
My name is Solaris meaning of the sun... "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
