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?))
**I look at the old hag with a confused expression."My story and the true knowledge and depht of it is mine to keep" I say in a calm but serious tone. "but I feel that fate has brought me to you so I will share some chapters of my story with you:" I say while sitting down on the cushion. "Ever since I was a child wood elf in Amathine I have dreamt of going on great adventures like the ones I heard of in the stories my mother used to tell me. Growing older I had also learned to love and protect nature like my ancestors have done for many years. Merging my love for nature and adventure I have come to the decision to travel the world trying to protect nature, and help it heal where darkness has tainted it together with people who share the same goal as me. In short I wish to dedicate my life to the preservation of nature and my role in it however small it may be.
