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.”
*Eliva would sit down on the cushion that was gestured to. Crossing her legs, and putting her hands into a knot. Looking at the other lady. She'd then begin to speak.* "well, Firstly my name is Eliva, I come from a small town, When I was little, my mother passed away. After that, I was left with my dad, when I was 13?"*As she said it she'd sound as if she was trying to remember it, as if it's been pushed away from her memory. Before speaking back up, speaking with the hint of sadness in her voice.* "I ran away from home, to explore for myself. Seeing what there was in the world, my dad would never let me. I eventually reach a place of snow.. It was cold, brisk even. I decided to explore the land of ice and snow. Whilst I was there I got lost, for about 3 years. I hunted for all my food, and wore clothes made of hides, and skins, to keep me warm, and alive. I eventually found my way out, and wandered, where I decided to head back to my dads place, firstly I went to a small town, collected my bearings, and bought a map. With that map I found my way back to my dad's place, however he was not there. He passed away, murdered.. Actually.. Since then I've been trying to find the killers.. To no use. Whilst I was looking for my father's killers, when I stumbled here... And now I'm talking to you." *As she finished speaking, she'd gesture at the other lady. With a hint of wonder to her, and how the lady knew her.*
