A retired mercenary from the Highlands. He has seen his more than his fair share of battles. Not much is known of who he is or his history, and he refrains from speaking of it. From the money he made from whatever wars or work he managed to scrounge up, he's opening a tavern for more peaceful times, The Old Warg. He's no stranger to secrets or their worth, and he keeps his eyes and ears open, a mind as sharp as the dagger at his side. His bar is free to any who want a good ale and information, for a price of course.
Character Name: Fjell Nurnen
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 38
Physical Description: A scarred, bald, bearded man. Brown eyes, brown facial hair, sculpted muscle. Dagger on his belt.
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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