Woken up dazed and confused one day in an unknown part of Agnarum with no memory of his past, no idea of who his family were or where he came from. Luckily he had a slip of paper on him written out Bason Anvilbraid he started using that as his name. He found doing work doing things he did not remember being taught to him, he was an excellent miner but not very good with weapons having a lack of coordination.
Character Name: Bason Anvilbraid
Character Race: Cave Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Muscular, Dirty, Pale, Light Brown Hair, Void Black Eyes,
Roleplay Scenario: The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
Example: (delete this when you add your own)
"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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