Millawolf

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.” “I don’t mind if it do!, says Julie Underfoot. She had been walking for days and was greatly looking forward to having a seat and a chat. “I am just passing through I’m afraid, although your town is very nice”, said Julie as she looks around skeptically. “There isn’t much to tell. Small town girl out on her own for the first time.” she said. “I want to make people know the name Underfoot and start a family someday. I am looking for someplace to settle down. I’ve heard there is a place called Dunwen that is friendly to Halflings like me. Might head there.