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?))
At first, Roisa am hesitant but she sits down, taking in the woman in front of her analytically she concludes there is no harm in friendly conversation. "Well, my name is Roisa. I come from a long line of Wood Elves but recently I have had some issues in my family. They do not believe I should leave home." Roisa pauses for a moment, the subject being quite complicated and emotionally difficult to discuss with a stranger. ""They are not bad people of course, I love them. But, they do not want me to explore these lands, they say Wood Elves are not supposed to travel or journey whatsoever. That its 'unbecoming' of a young elf. So, I left. With no explanation other than a letter I left them. That was... about a fortnight ago now. I have yet to receive word from them in any capacity." Roisa takes a breath and exhales, sighing softly as she feels slightly at ease after talking.
