Corus29

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.”

*Bardolin tenses and looks up. Then with an innocent smile on his face he offers a slight curtsy," "Y-You have? I was not expecting anyone in this curious place...", *as he moves up, his eyes looking through the tent warily, before sitting down on the cushion.*

(Ooc: I just saw the part of "tell your own story..." I kept the answer short at first... my bad)

*Moving his cushion back and forth, he looks up again. As the hag remains silent, he coughs nervously.* "A n-nice place by the water you have h-here. My kin came from a place not much different than this one respectively."

*He reaches to a weathered thin folder from his backpack and as he pulls it in from of him, a few single pages flutter in the air. He catches one of them and flips it, revealing a roughly hand drawn map.* "I was on my way, expecting to reach a nearby town by the evening. According to what I've heard, eveyrthing was planned correctly, I even had some spare time for a snack and taking on the view. However, when I was on my way there and must have got lost...", *he says, as he grabs a piece of charcoal and makes a few corrections, "i can be such a fool at times. I got distracted by the view of a nearby creek and got lost in time... the way how the sun was laying on the firmament... not much after it was suddenly dark.".

*Becoming slowly more comfortable, he touches his own cheek, not realising the charcoal still in his hands, that smudges over his face*, "my da' always said: Bordo, daydreamers fall on their feet... I suppose he is right. Suddenly I heard noises from nearby, so I started running. My body was aching. In my mind, I was still on the right track, but when I came here I... I wasn't sure to find myself in a bog."

*Realising the schmutz under his eye, he startles and nudges it away with his other hand, turning red fro embarrassment.* "M-my story? Well... I don't have much. Some say I am quite talented with the brush and pigments I pick up on my travels... some say I am a good-for-nothing who spends his time along the taverns, peddling with his drawings for a drink and a place near the fire for the night... but I have seen a few things since I left my dear home that I would not trade for any treasure in the world... and my journey has just started!", *he stops, as his stomach growls*. "Now, would you have a piece of bread and some tea for a traveler? All the walking and running made me terribly tired and I ate my last sandwich many hours ago!".