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.”
Aego stared at the woman for a long moment before taking a seat, his ears twitch with intrigue and his sharp eyes examining the old woman like a mystery. His voice smooth and carried a hint of ignorance as he spoke. "Do you know me?" He asked. His legs dangling off the cushioned chair. He ran a hand through his lustrous hair, his long eyelashes fluttering as he blinked.
He spoke again, firmer this time. "I don't enjoy company that doesn't reveal how they know me. But ill share my story despite it. Ive traveled from my home to find other elves to teach me magic, archery, i want to learn." He spoke, staring at the woman as he waited for a answer. His plain black shirt rustled as he adjusted his position on the cushioned seat.
The old Hag smirked faintly as she spoke, "Careful Boy, You dont know who you're speaking to."
Aego scoffed, running another hand through his smooth silver hair. "Youre Hilarious, Hag." He sneered, Glaring at the old woman before standing and walking away, grumbling to himself.
