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.”
Galaxia narrows her eyes in suspicion, this person seems to know her. However, Galaxia does not know her. "There is no story to tell. My book is unwritten and I have neither a quill or ink to fill the pages." Galaxia comments rather candidly. There is little of note in her life, being a young High Elf out seeking their destiny in the world. She has a home to return to, though her parents will be distraught to find a sack of flour beneath the bedsheets where she once slept. "Though I do hope that someone out there can help me come to know all manner of things, to lead me to my quill and ink." No dissatisfaction in her voice; she left only to find adventure.
