You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))
Sighs. "Well if you must know I'll tell you." Takes his seat at the cushion kicking his feet up crossed. "To start things off I was born and raised by a small clan of travelers, always on the move from place to place. Basically learned what I needed to learn in my family. Survival skills, hunting, swordsmanship, the basics for a dark elf." Sits up straight in his seat and stares right at her in the eyes. "But I continued to hone my swordsmanship and train to master it. I also take what my parents taught us seriously when it comes to helping others in need no matter the status. I take protecting the weak with the utmost importance. Especially with my sister, she does what our parents taught us through treating the injured and ill. Along with our constant traveling we always offer our services to them with what knowledge or goods we can provide. Myself and a few others of our clan even offer mercenary work or even bodyguard duty. Anything to lend my blade in my morals and earn coin." I get up and walk towards the exit but stop at the door and turn my head to the hag before leaving. "Now if you'll excuse me nanny, I got to find my sister."
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