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?))
Eliyen visibly tensed up before narrowing her eyes. "How do you know me?" she asked cautiously before pulling her hood down reveling her face fully. "Its my first time coming to this town and yet you speak as if we've met before. Curious." Eliyen couldn't help but chuckle before approaching the cushion and sitting down. "Since you already know who i am there's no need to beat around the bush. I'm a Fennic, or more commonly known, a snow elf." She slowly breaths in before adding. "I'm currently looking for an old friend of mine and i came here for information." Eliyen straightens up and crosses her legs before leaning over. "So lets get down to business shall we?"
