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?))
*Lucan take seat at the chair next to her*
"If u wish, my story is an short one tho.
I was born in Caurost, raised by my mother Beatrice (High Elf) and my father Alfredo (High Elf) in the outer layers of Caurost I grew up in great conditions, my parents traveled a lot with me schowing me the kind side of the high elves that not all of us just look down on evry other species.
Which I made me change aswell I now belief that all species are worth the same no matter what.
But then at my 17 birthday I left my parents and traveled around the world where I met a lot of people and made many friendships.
After 4 years I returned to Caurost.
I go traveling from time to time and now I somehow ended up in this beatifull town." *Lucan looked around appreciating the excistnece of even such small and muddy towns*
