Weight: 180 Lbs
Hair: Orange
Eye: Blue
Outfits: Light Plate Armour
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.”
(“I’ve come searching,” He starts, His voice steady despite the eeriness of the place. “For answers, perhaps. My dreams are haunted by visions I don’t understand.")
"Oh, I just, uh…" He stutters, tensing up. He eyes the crone, then starts to explain.
"I have had this... indescribable urge to just explore, wander the world, make something of myself." Mason Says this fast, like it just came to mind. Mason starts to explain further.
"I've been having dreams every night about beautiful fields, bustling markets, and lush forests, all of which my old home just didn't have. there was so much light everywhere I couldn't see the stars most nights. I feel as though I was... called to these lands." The Hag just stared, looking tired.
"I used to work at a mill, nothing special, but I just couldn't pass the feeling of not belonging. I've been here no more than 10 minutes and I feel... good, happy, excited for the first time in a very long time." The Hag looked satisfied and happy with Mason's response.
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