Crovantist

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.”
 

Older Sibling: kittymeowmeow39 | Lirren

((How do you respond?))

The heavy looking Elf took a seat on the cushion slowly as a thud echoed, with a sly smirk spread across his face. Only the lord knows what type of arrogance rid his mind. "Couldn't tell 'ya lady, just came lookin' 'round for some kind of group. My old brother came this way a few years back, just followed his footsteps." The man leaned forward a bit analyzing the lady back. His face clouded with the smoke of the candles. "He was one hell of a loser though I'll tell 'ya that. Could hardly keep a friend 'round long 'nough to even count as friends. Make's us two different people, wouldn't want any other guy to be my brother though I'll tell 'ya that." A chuckle escaped his lips as he slid his hand into his thick clothing taking out a canister, the stench of liquor coming from it. "Cheers." He took a swig of the drink and took a few gulps of the drink from it. "Ahh, good stuff huh." He continued on with a slight slur to his words

"Well if I tell 'ya from my pershpective, we grew up poor ash shit-." A burp cutting his words off as he excused himself with his hand "Shorry, but we were dirt poor livin' in shitty cannopy with our younger brother. Little shit could hardly walk before my older brother left. A few other familiesh lived in the shmall village town we had, they were jusht ash uss." Another laugh escaped his lips as he slammed his fist on the wooden floor "HAHAHAHAA THIS IS THE BEST PART THOUGH. LIRREN SAID HE WANTED TO BE A FAMOUS ADVENTURER! HOW STUPID IS THAT?!" He continued laughing for a good minute laughing harder about something "HE WANTED TO BE A BIG OL' REDWOOD TREE WHEN HE DIED HAHAHAHAAA!" The man continued laughing with tears forming in his eyes, wiping them as he calmed down "Sorry sorry, he just sounded dumb as a box of fuckin' rocks when he said that story." He took a deep breath and fully composed himself with the normal arrogant look on his face "But yea', once Lirren left our younger brother grew ill and started gettin' sicker and sicker. None of the other villagers could help the poor kid, so I just up and left. Picked up a bag and the biggest bottle of rum I could find and hauled my shit and ran." Showed off the small canister again to the lady and slightly shook it "Been runnin' 'round robbin' folks that don't keep a close eye on 'ta shit they care most 'bout, liquor." He finished the rest of the canister and stood up with a slight stumble in his walk.

With a swift raise of his hand and wave he began walking out the tent, but not before taking a quick bottle of liquor on the shelf and bolted while screaming &f"TAKE CARE 'YA OLD HAG, TRY 'TA DROP DEAD NEXT TIME I VISIT SO I CAN STEAL MORE OF 'YA ALCOHOL." Nothing but the laugh of a shit head running off in the distance guided with the sound of bushes and leaves rustling.