Lucian Morgrave was born in a quiet human settlement, far from the great cities and ancient powers that shape the world. From a young age, he grew restless, captivated by tales of distant kingdoms, elven forests, dwarven halls, and the countless roads that connected them. Where others heard stories, Lucian saw possibilities.
Rather than remaining where his life was already decided, he chose to leave and follow those roads himself. With little to his name but determination, he set out to explore the vast lands of Almaris, seeking to witness its cultures, conflicts, and wonders firsthand.
Lucian travels not in search of glory, but of experience. He wants to understand how different people live, what drives them, and what truths can only be found beyond one’s home. Whether among bustling cities or along quiet, uncertain paths, he moves forward with the same simple goal:
to learn from the world by living in it.
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?”
Lucian pauses at the doorway, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the floating candles. He takes in the room quietly, noting the stillness, the aged presence of the woman, and the deliberate way she speaks. At her words, his expression shifts slightly—not into fear, but into cautious curiosity.
He steps inside without hesitation, though not hurriedly, and takes a moment before seating himself, acknowledging both the invitation and the weight behind her tone.
For a brief moment, he says nothing. Instead, he studies the hag in return, his gaze steady and observant, as if trying to understand more than just her words.
“I come from a modest place… a settlement that offers little beyond familiarity,” he says at last, his voice calm and measured. “It wasn’t enough to keep me there.”
He leans forward slightly, hands relaxed, his posture open rather than guarded.
“As for what I hope to become…” he continues, pausing briefly as though choosing his words carefully. “I suppose that depends on what the world shows me. I travel to learn—about the lands, the people, and what lies beyond the places I’ve known.”
His attention returns fully to her, his tone respectful but inquisitive.
“You said you were expecting me,” he adds quietly. “If that is true… then perhaps you already know more about my path than I do.”
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