Alasson

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?))

"Maybe you are mistaking me for someone else" he gives a suspicious look at the old hag, "I'm looking for another of my kind, have you seen anyone with crimson red eyes and pale skin?" He is thinking about his brother Baal, always rushing ahead, he nods his head knowing he will bitterly regret having agreed to set out on to journey. Where is he gone? "Ma'am i'm a scholar, on my journey for knowledge, probably i was more comfortable in my house, but still, accidents happens and now i'm on the road, I suppose there are no sages in the area, am I correct? Or anyone who has mastered the art of clairvoyance, it would be tremendously useful in this time". He sits on the cushion. "You know, I was a very promising student before being forced to move, but it's not important, I'm ready to begin my life from scratch here" he looks around the filthy tent "yeah I'll make it works... somehow... Baal where are you?!"