Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
Aayra looks at the dusty and stained pillow cushion and crinkles her nose, but she lets out a sigh and proceeds to sit. "Hello ma'am. I'm sorry to disturb you but I am looking for some lost kin and for some reason..." Aayra looks down... "for some reason I'm led to believe that my kin may have crossed paths with you and your folk."
Aayra holds her hands close to her chest ..."You must forgive me if my details are lack-luster, I was a young elf child when I was separated from my family and I've been sheltered by kind individuals who have raised me to who I am today, but I do not know much about what has happened to my family and I am here in your village attempting to piece together some semblance of what may have happened all of those years ago."
"If there is not much for me to find here then I must leave, I know it's been a long time since my family left. But every day longer is a chance that finding them again becomes impossible." ...Aayra gets up slowly and begins to turn away from the old woman
