Zentir Eevar

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?)) "Well, I am just a humble traveler ma'am looking for a place to stay for the night." as I smile at the lady hoping to sway her to let me stay. "I am a Dark Elf named Zetir Eervar. I am on a journey to complete a quest that has been given to me." I lay out my story to the lady. As the nights fog begins to thicken outside the window, I become more and more anxious awaiting her answer. Example: "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…

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?)) "Well, I am just a humble traveler ma'am looking for a place to stay for the night." as I smile at the lady hoping to sway her to let me stay. "I am a Dark Elf named Zetir Eervar. I am on a journey to complete a quest that has been given to me." I lay out my story to the lady. As the nights fog begins to thicken outside the window, I become more and more anxious awaiting her answer. Example: "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…

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?)) "Well, I am just a humble traveler ma'am looking for a place to stay for the night." as I smile at the lady hoping to sway her to let me stay. Example: "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…