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?))
Divi looks up at the woman and bows.
"Salutations to you my good sir", Divi says in a deep voice.
"I'm from the Horde of many tribes but, I'm looking for my real family." Divi takes a couple of steps towards the old hag.
"I'm hoping an old and wise gentleman like you could help me find my way. I was raised by liars. My 'parents' are Uruks, And I'm clearly and elf."
Divi does air quotes as he says parents.
“I have heard of the Silver State of Haelun’or here in Aevos, point me there, so I may learn how to be...”
Divi does another bow, this time deeper. with his size you'd think he'd fall over face first with how deep this bow is, but he keeps his balance.
"More proper, like I should have always been raised to be."
The hag can't tell if she should laugh in his face or take him seriously. Divi stares at her with a blank expression.
"Oh, I'm Diviyat Ata'ikru by the way, but- my friends call me Divi"
