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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?)) Falin focuses her sight on the old woman before her, apprehensive, but still lowering herself onto the cushion. For a moment, the soft glow of the candlelight comforts her while she thinks where to start, but the distraction is broken when she notices the woman, still staring. She clears her throat dryly. "My name is Falin," she starts, clearing her throat dryly and shifting her sitting position. She plays with the strap wrapped around her thigh in thought. "I'm not sure where I was born, or to who, but I was found as a dirty, hungry toddler roaming into a camp and raised by a bunch of realm-jumpers." Falin searches for any emotion from the old hag. Upon finding none, she continues anyway, nails tracing the leather of the strap while she thinks aloud. "As I got older, I became more and more intrigued by the science behind realm portals, longing for answers about my past, and began studying alongside them. I spent a lot of time trying, and failing..." she trails off, motioning to the lightning-shaped scarring up and down her left side. "That being said, I tried, and succeeded - and, well, that's how I got here." Her gaze lifts back up to the old woman, and the corner of her lip tugs upward in determination. "I'm on a mission to find my mother."