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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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.”

((How do you respond?))

A young man from lands not much different to the ones he finds himself in now. Knox Byrd , son to credible merchant Alden Byrd, and stay at home mother Aster Byrd. In his youth a young Knox would spend the majority of his time under the wing of his elder brothers, training, working, and following their almost every footstep. If one of them had told him to jump, he would have asked how high. As the young boy grew older into his teen years he realized that the life of living behind the shadow of his family was growing to be an annoyance 'Oh, you must be Aldens youngest boy', was the line he had heard time and time again as a child. Knox dreams for his own name to be spoken when he is seen, not that of his father, or his brothers. As his mind and his way of thinking flourished Knox realized there was a decision that must be made. Does he stay and live the life of a trader? A merchant selling their goods for the wealth it brings their family? No. The decision that the freshly 19 year old boy made was to head to new lands, where he is not known, or spoken of. To build a reputation of his own, rather than be hidden in the shadow cast out by his family back home. 

Byrde finds himself stood in the cabin with said 'old hag' and for a moment he is left speechless. There must be a moment to think, to process whether or not is is a good idea to spark a conversation with the woman that stood before him at the back of the tent. "The ache for reputation." he stated simply, his armored gloves meeting one another as they clasped in front of him. His hand remained away from the hilt of his sword, there was no immediate threat so he was not about to be one. As he made his claims to yearn for reputation a scoff escapes his lips, another moment passes and he picks right up where he left off. "My story is to be told by poets. Skalds and minstrels will sing of my story, of my earned reputation in any and all lands. When the time is right, of course." It was obvious by the way he spoke the young man thought highly of himself, there is confidence, but there is also arrogance on the tone of the boy. Despite having his head on his shoulders, and his goals set to what he speaks on, it is obvious there is much more for him to learn. Experience's to be made, and friends and foe to meet. There was no other attempt to speak on himself, rather he waited patiently for the old hag to respond to his words.