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?))
Gideon looks towards the cushion, skepticism and suspicion crossing his face, he looks towards the hag and keeps his eye on her as he sits on the cushion, a slight groan escaping him. He's silent for a time, then he speaks. "Madam, with all due respect, I do not know you, And even if I did, my story is mine alone."
When Gideon was a child, his parents sent him to an elf lord to keep him away from human conflicts. Gideon grew up working as a servant in the lords house. When he was seventeen he was suspected of being a spy and was sent away. He spent many years on the road, picking up odd jobs here and there to feed himself. One day in his early twenties, he went into a healers house to look for work, possibly to collect herbs for the healer. Over time, he grew a curiosity for healing. the healer, an almost ancient looking woman took notice and began showing Gideon how to make healing salves and how to bandage wounds. After several years of Learning, he set out and went from place to place, helping the injured and sick.
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