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?))
She'd excitedly sit on the cushion, crossing her legs and holding her hands together, "Well! Where to start! I was adopted by my parents, dark elves! To be honest thinking back my mother was kind but I don't remember much of my dad, he was of a higher status in the military of the kingdom we lived in." She'd look outside for a few seconds at her eldest brother carrying her things and then slightly roll her eyes when seeing her youngest sister not offering help, "That was until my youngest brother was born, it was a surprise since we thought our mother was infertile. But before him, I had a younger high elf sister Sybelle and an older wood elf brother Aziz and my eldest dwarven brother Eirik. They've got their own quirks, especially my younger sister, but I still love them dearly" She'd point to them as she says their names. (The two other siblings named are also actual players)
Amirah would roll her eyes once again as she heard Sybelle shout orders to Aziz.
"We all were forced to leave our home as soon as our now youngest brother was born, our father didn't see the point in us..?" She'd sigh and shrug, "But that were the cards that we were dealt, better to accept it and move on. But I will say since I was young I was much more interested in the cultures of others and I'm excited to see what I can learn on the path forward!" She'd brush her hair behind her ears and stand up, waving goodbye, joining her siblings.
