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.”
Ayre Adro kneels onto the cushion, rain dripping from his moss-green cloak.
"I was born among the wood elves, and seek to study the balance of nature and science. I sought to heal dying ecosystems by blending my own methods with High Elf science, but it was deemed forbidden. Exiled, I now wander, mending the environments that others pollute and destroy. This swamp—its decay, its whispers—called to me. I seek to restore its harmony. But you say you expected me. Why? What does this land want from me, and what can I do to heal it?"
