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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.”

((How do you respond?))

Folcurt burrowed his brows upon the woman's query. He rolled his shoulders back and clenched his chain-gloved fists as the vagabond squire made his way towards the seating. The shrill, metallic ringing of Folcurt's chain links contrasted with his harsh footsteps against the wooden floorboards. For a moment, Folcurt broke his stare from the woman towards the stray candles that circled the tent. Whether this was some kind of sorcery, mysticism, or even witchcraft, Folcurt already felt a sense of tension looming in his mind and stomach. In that brief instance, he forced his mind to focus back onto his mysterious host. He planted himself down then on the velvet and golden laced cushion,

"Nothing much to say, my lady. Used to work at the family shop. I couldn't match a merchant's pitch so I took up a blade and shield instead. The village militia kept me clothed and fed for a few years before some noble in dapper cloaks took me up as a squire. Fought beside him and kept his children company when he was off doing his responsibilities. I've got his house pin inside of this here chain and steel. I will always carry his legacy, wherever I walk and however far I go."

Upon Folcurt's nostalgic regale on his prior lord, his tone plunged into sharpness, his mind piecing together questions with a pointed manner towards the woman, "Now, answer me this, my dear. Who are you, and what have you been expecting of me? I can almost taste the magicks in the air, and from my memories of that damn court wizard of my dead lord, magicks is the last thing I wish to meddle against. Especially since I've seen first-handedly what they can do against someone."