Strotmic was born into a poor family of Blacksmiths. His father inherited the shop they use form his father, who inherited form his father, who's the that built it. He's been trained all of his life to take over the family business, just like his father has. At the age of 40, he ran from his home, tired of being poor, and began wandering the world, looking for a place to settle and use his skills to make money that he can send back to his family.
Character Name: Strotmic Khouznirlun
Character Race: Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 49
Physical Description: Strotmic has dark-sh colored skin (Fairly light for a Dark Dwarf), is about 3'1, brown hair, and has eyes so blue it's as if they glow.
Roleplay Scenario: 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.))
Example: (delete this when you add your own)
"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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