Urrufu

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.” Alice glanced at the hag, watching her gesture. She promptly followed the order, taking a seat where she was commanded to do so before speaking up with a confused tone. "E-Expecting me? How so? I don't recall organising a meeting with anyone upon my arriv-" She would promptly be cut off by the hag's second request; that being to tell a story. Alice brushed off her own query, taking but a moment to move on. She hummed for a moment, thinking of where to start, before finally speaking up again, now calmer. "Well, I'm not here for anything particularly special, I was simply exploring and saw the dim glow of the town's lights, it was cold and dark so I-" Cut off again. This time Alice flared up with irritation. "Would you stop speaking over me? What is the point of asking a question if you will not let me answer! My past? I.." Alice huffed, then spoke. "I was getting to that, Be patient." Alice took a deep breath to calm herself, before continuing. "Anyway... I saw the light of the town and I was in need of a place of shelter. I stopped by in hopes there would be a tavern. See, listening isn't so hard, is it? Now, why I needed shelter to begin with? If you could not tell by my appearance, I am Mali. Hence, both my parents are Mali too. Despite that, the village I was raised in is majority human. Our village has a rule on a system called 'callings'. This is a decision made for us as children that depicts how we will give back to the village for raising us when we come of age. Due to the village being majority human; my own coming of age was, how do I say this..? Not accounted for. I had to start at the same time as everybody else. Worse than that, I was unfortunate with the calling I was given." Her voice lifted with enthusiasm. "Whilst all of my friends got interesting jobs such as cooking, 'guarding', or politics, I was-", Her voice calmed down yet again. "I was burdened with the fate of farming. You see, my dream is to run a blacksmithing store. I have yet to put any effort into the craft, but I am adamant about spending most of my working life in the forge. Because of that, I could never truly care for the crops I was forced to grow; with no passion behind my work, my harvest was always flawed. Thus, I was disallowed from working there, then promptly kicked out of home. With nowhere to go and not a mina to my name, I left the village." A small smile dawned her face as she glanced away from the hag. "That is all I have to share. Now pray tell; do you happen to have any minae spare..? It's awfully cold and I did only come here in search of shelter after all.”