_FirBranch_

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.” _____________________________________________________ Tachelyth had a unpleasant expression already entering the tent, it was obvious from her entire demeanor that she wanted to be anywhere but this backwater town, with nothing but their satchel and a waterskin. On seeing the old woman, her expression turns contemplative, studying her just as hard as she was studying them. It was rather obvious to the old woman that Tachelyth was on the eccentric side, with owlish eyes, and ears pointed nearly straight up, and an ungainly posture for a elf. "Sure you've been. You say that to every traveler that comes by, don't you?" she says dryly, but having nothing better to do, she sits down on the cushion, then clearing her throat and leaning forward. "I'll tell you, but only if you give something in return." They start to take off their cloak, revealing relatively plain, least by elven standards, although practical clothing an academic might wear. "I am looking for my brother. He vanished when I was young, and my mother somehow found out that he was alive, and asked me to contact him, to teach him Haelun'or ways after everyone was scattered. Unfortunately this has distracted me from my alchemy studies." She traces a circle on her knee, then glancing. "That is my current...predicament, now tell me, hag, what is the matter with you?"