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.”
"Well..." She begins and looks around, confusion resting in. "I was raised in a larger family with my mother being a high elf and my father not being around. My mother did her best raising me and my sisters, but I shall say we were a bit of troublemakers. I recently moved out and here's basically were I've ended up." She said, Looking at the old hag with quite a slight smile.
