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.”
"Hello, ma'am!" Faye responded energetically. She sat down politely, folding her dress under her legs as she sat down. The elf sat her things down next to her. She dusted the skirt of her dress and arranged her hands in her lap. "Thank you for having me, miss. I'm Faye Vespertine. It's a pleasure," She smiled warmly. "I come from distant lands, I was born in a kingdom where the majority of residents were high elves.." She explained. "Although I respect my family and my culture deeply, my people had a prejudice towards Dark Elves and other races alike. I couldn't stand when my peers said they were above others simply because they are high elves. I don't think it's right. Everyone is equal." She said, getting a bit upset thinking about it. "Um. I just wanted to get away from there, to find new people, you know? I want to meet elves of other subraces and learn more about other cultures, I want to learn from them. I'm tired of being surrounded by the same people."
