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.”
Hildibrand would cough from the horrid smells, the Highlander's skin covered with goosebumps from the eeriness of the town, hopefully the rest of the town was abandoned at this point. Hildibrand did not want another ambush happening again as it did in the past. Coming into the hag's tent, the towering man would sit down on the cushion "I am Hildibrand Brawn, I come from Haese t' seek 'he wisdom of those of years my senior. For those who lost comrades close to them, how does one quell the pain of death's burn.. of a survivor's guilt..? I ran with a band of fame an' glory seekers for some time now before events only a month or so ago before making the journey here t' seek your guidance." The towering man sat quietly for a few moments to hear the hag's response "I see, 've t' live with the painful memories but remember the good times I've 'ad with 'em.. I will take your wisdom to my heart, thank you, wise one.." He replied before standing up and giving the hag a respectful bow before leaving her tent and returning back to his homeland.. back to the farm.
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