Sadclown

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?)) As the old hag begins to raise her hand the dark elves' attention shifts toward her. Attention now on the hag as she questions what she is doing in the town. "You really want to hear my story? I suppose I should explain myself especially if you are so kind as to let me pass through here." Pausing for a moment, she would begin to go through her belongings. She would gather together a small necklace with worn stone on it. Holding it in between her fingers she would mindlessly hold it, closing her eyes before letting out a heavy sigh. "Well my brother, he was stolen from my home while I was away fighting. I must find him and free him before something horrible happens to him." She would explain. "I feel as though it is my fault something happened to him, I usually am always around to protect him but this time I wasn't...

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?)) As the old hag begins to raise her hand the dark elves' attention shifts toward her. Attention now on the hag as she questions what she is doing in the town. "You really want to hear my story? I suppose I should explain myself especially if you are so kind as to let me pass through here." Pausing for a moment, she would begin to go through her belongings. She would gather together a small necklace with worn stone on it. Holding it in between her fingers she would mindlessly hold it, closing her eyes before letting out a heavy sigh. "Well my brother, he was stolen from my home while I was away fighting. I must find him and free him before something horrible happens to him." She would explain. "I feel as though it is my fault something happened to him, I usually am always around to protect him but this time I wasn't...