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?))
"Why hello, I hope I didn't keep you waiting" He gives a quick bow and beings looking for a clean place to sit, finding one he lays out a piece of fabric on the spot and sits down. He gives the old lady a once over with his eye lingering around her neck and wrist, he gives a sigh "You want my story sure. Whither I am blessed or cursed depending on who you ask. Even though I am a pure Mali’thill I have been raised around the other races, this has made me as some friends would say less pretentious than other high elves. Now normally I would have been raised in Leyu'sil or Haelun'or, but they wrongly accused my mother of committing unpure acts and as such she banished for her home. So, when I was birthed, I was far away. As for what I do, I am a scholar thief. I go around stealing books and knowledge and pass it out to the masses. My life's goal is to steal everything from my so-called motherland and give it to the other kingdoms. For now, however it seems like you have something you want me to steal. What's am I stealing this time?"
