GaggedBrain

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 sits down and looks up at the hag, "I am Nymeria Oakheart, an elf from the Isle of Nevaehlen. My mother inspired me to learn druidry, who was a wood elf. And my father, who was a high elf merchant, inspired me to try to learn how to craft bows. Although I was loved by my parents, their marriage was looked down upon by my father's parents, so he had to leave everything behind for us. This resulted in some resentment from my father towards me and my mother, so he left us when I was only 10 years old. Recently, my mother has fell gravely ill and died. Ever since then, I have been traversing the world, seeking knowledge to help others by providing medicine to the residents of the cities and villages alike. I like spending time in nature, some days I go into the forest all by myself and spend time alone reconnecting with nature, while doing wood carving. I am a highly spiritual person, following the Wild Path," She turns away, "Is there anything else you would want to know?"