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.”
He looks to the woman and then to the cushion and raises a brow snickering "no need for me to sit to tell about my travels" he crosses his arms and hums softly looking around him trying to figure out his words. He took a breath and started talking "I have come to this place after my home got burned down" he shakes his head recounting the events "a fire broke out.. still don't recall how but most of my family was lost and I set out to find a new home" he sighs uncrossing his arms "I lived there all of my life and it got ripped from me so fast and I have found myself here and hope to call this my home Permanently" he shifts from one foot to another and stares off into space before shaking his head "being one with nature has its benefits.. helpful to navigate when you're on adventures" he smiled to the old hag his blonde hair falling in his face, as he pondered thinking back on his siblings and parents, the high kingdom he was from was beautiful to say the least, he and his parents were taught of high skills that all high elves know. His parents loved him but had very high expectations and if he did not fulfil those he would be fussed at and told to do it over till it was right. Losing them in the fire was exceptionally difficult but at least he could escape the expectation of being perfect.
