(You are trying to navigate the swamps of mistfen, the swamp land of the great continent of Aurorium, you’ve heard rumors of a witch that lives beneath the ethereal sentinel, a massive tree that casts a shadow over the swamps, as you are crossing a log you slip and fall, you hit the ground hard and pass out, when you wake you are in a strange cabin, Elara is staring at you) “Finally awake I see, what’s a young traveler like you doing this deep in mistfen?” she asks with a blank expression