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?))
Yess...it is me.." I inspect the cushion before I sit down and begin my story of how Ive become a traveling wood elf who's ward is the forest. My mother and father both vanished after shaking hands with a half fiend named ikourus..the forest and and it inhabitants have cared for me and in return I take care of it
