arieloceana

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.” "Well im am what ypu would call a traveling performance, i can do many of tricks card , ive pulled a hare out of a hat once ... but i suppose this is more to hide from my high elf family.. i dont like to mention it the past is the past after all ." shed fiddle with the coin in her hands. "they where just..the big circus life then the pressure to focus more on bigger tricks harder spells , they started scamming meaning we had to lesve skip towns very often."