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?))
"Goodevening grandmother, if it is stories you would like i'm happy to share." Lysanthor walks farther into the tent and looks around more beefore taking off his hood. revealing his long platinum hair and icy white skin. " you see i am not like my kind." a sad smile crawls on his lips. "i dont know why but i have allways admired the other races. yes they are less gifted, but it makes them find alternate ways we high elves could never think off." his eyes begin to sparkle with a childish glint of wonder. as he looks directly at the hag with a now warm smile. "knowing my thirst for the other races their knowledge would shun my from my home and family, i decided to go before it could happen. and on my first night i had a dream." he looks up as if looking through the tent and straight at the stars as a nostalgic look of longing shows on his face."in my dream i met an old wandering mage. who had a squirrel on his shoulder and an open tome in his hands. he told me that he to sought knowledge. and after we spoke a while in my dreams he shwed me the way i was now supposed to walk." his hand goes towards his chest and grabs something hanging around his neck. "when i next awoke i had this in my hand." as he reveals the necklace he wears under his blouse depicting an open book and turning it around reveals a depiction of a squirel on its cover. "i havent had that dream in quite a few years sadly. but my path ahead remains clear." he looks back at the hag. determined look in his eyes. "my story is only just beggining and it involves gathering all knowledge and eventually share it freely magic, history, economical, and so much more. and the most important thing ill gather in my journey." his look turns sly and even a bit playful as he looks at the hag. "i think you enjoy this one specifficaly. ill gather all the stories and put them somewhere where those who want to or those that need to may find them. and on that journey ill share those stories with those i meet. just like i shared mine with you today." his sly playful look turns into a genuinly warm friendly smile as he says the last part.
