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?))
Kele bows her head in acknowledgement and respect, sitting on the cushion. "You were expecting me?" She looks as if she's confused, but trying to be polite. "I'm sure this town is lovely! I'm only passing through." She laughs nervously. "I was sent to fetch something from the next town over. But...I just keep getting lost, I don't even know how far I've..." She sighs deeply. "I don't mean to trouble you with my troubles. I'm just known for getting lost." She taps a wooden stick against her hand. "My story...," she purses her lips, humming. "I feel like I've been wandering since I was born. As purposelessly as a leaf on the breeze. My own people saw that I had a natural green thumb, and so I was sent to live with a colony of wood elves for a spell. A...," she laughs, but its hollow, "A spell. But after I lead a group of orcs into the colony by getting lost...," she shakes her head. "I've never found a place I belonged. Not yet, at least. I feel...," she shifts uncomfortably, "I feel like I may be...," she whispers, "cursed?" Her eyes are wide with anxiety, and then she laughs abruptly, shaking her head, "But that would be silly! How could I be cursed. After all, haven't we all...haven't we all already been cursed? Erm. Anyway," she waves her hand as if to clear the awkwardness away.
In the blink of an eye, her memory takes her to the moment she had left on this strange journey, meaning only to retrieve something from the next town over. She had been bewildered, knowing that she was so often known to wander, and yet she had taken the basket of food and supplies and taken off. She gasps, turning to the woman, "They were trying to get rid of me!"
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