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?))
Yurii inspects her environment with an unsure expression in her eyes as she meet unfamiliar sights and her face contorting from the smells around her. Finally whispering to herself "Argh.. It smells like a very wet sock in her-" Her words came to an abrupt pause as she saw the old hag, blinking in shere confusion before her expression seemed to softened up, she liked old people, they always gave a comforting presence, finally sitting down on the cushion. "Ah.. Uhm.. I was sent to be here by the people who have raised since I was a mere youngling of an elf." She clasped her hands together as she looked down with a numb expression at the ground to proccess her thoughts. "I was raised by humans.. yet I did not fit in their.. humanly standards as an elf, I was out of this world, abused and shamed upon, even threatened to be burnt alive, therefore i was sent here as it was known to have.. "my species"." Her voice sounded hurt. "I'm still feeling betrayed by them but with much thought, I knew they just wanted to protect me.. protect me from literal death.. by their.. outrageous humanoid theories and cultures. Her eyes looked coldly at the old hag, as if she was used to such abuse already, which she was. "Concluding that I've arrived here against my will for my own safety and have another chance of a life that I could've lost if I didn't leave soon enough." Her cold look faltered into a saddened expression, she looked desperate and tired as she finally lifted her head up completely, fully facing the old hag.
