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?)) She takes on step, unwilling to come in any further. She's unsure of the true intentions this woman has "I'm Aeliana. This is all you must know about me before you introduce yourself" She speaks in a blunt tone, attempting to come off as more intimidating than she actually is. *The old hag speaks introducing herself* Aeliana's shoulders slump her posture becoming more relaxed, she keeps one hand on her belt, worn and dirty but holding a small dagger in case of ambush. "I'm Aeiliana Valeron, High Elf, Wanderer of these parts." She stares intently, almost confused at the Hag "How have you been expecting me, if you didn't even know my name?" She moves her body to go and sit down on the cushion. Aeliana continues on "I come from a line of diplomats, our family was ambushed a couple of years back. We knew too much..." She speaks quietly and solemnly. Taking a hitched breathe and then continues "After that I decided to live a solo life, I don't want anyone close in the case I bring them down with me..." She lets a tear escape and roll down her face.
