5"5, brown eyes, short brown hair so that vision isn't obscured. And is 170 pounds a bit muscular but keeps a slim and leaner built
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?))
he woulds look toward the old woman..sighing a bit as he tried to catch his breath from his travelling...he didn't know the woman so he simply looked behind him out of the tent, then back towards her shrugging, as he walked in trying to sound friendly "thanks for letting me ins ill say that ive been travelling for a bit now" he would say sitting down across from her as he dropped his backpack on the ground with a sigh. "i "heard there might be good fishing here i thought i might catch some turtles or frogs for dinner. Im a hunter...or well i dabble, just in enough to keep myself alive yknow?" he would say nervously looking down at his feet as he tried to relax "my family were fishers and hunters...living off the land. Hah whens i was a kid i used to clean whatever my pa brought back to our camp with my ma." he would say grabbing a small piece of dry bread from his pack taking a bite. he would swallow hard, he was useds to eating whatever he could. "my ma was a sweet woman....heck of a cook" *he would say with a smile "there wasn't a day that went by thats i dont miss her 4 meat style shepards pie.my pa he was a hard worker...but he was a great father. I felt like he could do anything he wanted he was a great hunters" he would finish the bread as he patted his hands ons his pants sighing "ma got sick, i was only 7 when it happened. But she never let it get her downs, it broke my pa's heart when she died, my pa was never the same. At the age of 12 i could fully dress a squirrel with one arm tied behind my back. at the age of 17, i buried my pa...hunting accident" he would say pausing as he looked out the doorway behind him once again. "All you need to know is im alive, i hunt, i fish, i travel, i do as i want and no more. I dont know what will happen but i know i wont die to some bullshits reason. im going to keep living theres always somethings more to life, so i live." he would stand up grabbing his backpack and putting it back on "thanks for letting me come in...sorry to take up so much of your time, safe travels" he would say leaving the tent and walking off.

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