Cojath

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?)) "oh-uhhh.." *Fiyem hesitantly sits down on the cushion.* "I-i don't know what you m-mean...do I know you?" *Dead silence fills the air as the candles illuminate the hags face, it strikingly seems familiar.* *Fiyem's face lights up* "Auntie?!" *She leans forward with the candle revealing her face.* "Yes, my dear Fiyem.. its your Auntie Arianrhod, now how are you my dear?" "I've had better days! A war is afoot... It appears one of our Green Priest in Nevaehlen was assassinated. The Eternal Concord suspects a culprit in Amaethea and they are sending me to deal with him..However; this marshland is quite hard to navigate and I fear I am turned around..." *Auntie lets out an annoyed groan sinking back in her chair* "Uugh..why is it that these so-called 'uniters of the elves' keep trying to influence and control the surrounding elves?" *she tilts her head upward* "And more importantly, why do you think its your job to handle this?... "let the Concord deal with this theirsel-" "No." *Fiyem abruptly interrupts* "I need to prove myself to the eternal concord if I ever want a chance to join the Father Circle. You know ever since my father died... I feel the need to prove myself. I never knew mother since she died before I could meet her. All I know is death and I seek some new purpose. Seeking a new meaning through exploration and adventure!" *drip.....drip.....drip, the spring outside echoed in the swamp* "well... if its adventure you seek, perhaps my old age has sapped my understanding of an adventure"...*Auntie begins to get up out of her creaking chair* "you are closer to Ameathea than you think, follow the trail behind my tent outside *she points* and you'll be there before the nights over. But let me give a fair warning, be weary of the Uruks and other vagabonds..." *she said gazing at my necklace.*