Francois l'Blanc was the youngest, and often most forgotten of his family, although he was one of the better talkers, and thus handed most sale of the farm's goods. Alongside his work done with sale, l'Blanc read quite a bit of books, and fixed up the house for his family, whenever his mother could not. Francois used his time in Lorraine most commonly selling, avoiding his brothers, and reading, being a natural shut in. While the next youngest brother, Koffi, enjoyed sleeping in barns, Francois could be found sleeping at his desk most often. Francois' life changed most when a number of anrgy dwarves burned down his family farm while he was out selling the farm's goods. When Francois arrived back home, he found his literature, his desk, and his house burnt down, and had only the money from a meager selling, which he used to look for his brothers, in an attempt to find somewhere to hole up. Eventually, Francois, being unsuccessful, made his attempts to join the military in order to have free room and board.
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.))
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Francois turns to the woman, shocked first by her living state, than by her exclamation of her knowledge of him. "Merci, madame, I had not expected to see a woman as beautiful as you in such a home. Of course, I will oblige such a seigamie as yourself." Francois slowly takes a seat in the chair, ignoring the creaks of the olden wood. "I come from the fair town of Lorraine, well fair as it was before I lost my home to the war effort, but none are to blame. I seek to find my partele, who I lost recently in only the saddest of tragedies, the loss of my family's farm, as I stated previously. I had hoped to find information of only the most informing, which I'm sure a fine lady such as yourself could provide." Francois shifts, awaiting the old woman's reply.
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