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?))
His map had yet to lead him astray, though upon arriving in such a dingy town he was beginning to wonder if his last few spent coins had been worth this trouble. Keilen laid his walking stick across his lap after he had sat down and crossed his legs. His eyes, partly elven and partly human, gazed across the soft light of the candles to the old woman across the way from him. What he knew of the world was very little, but he was willing to learn anything and everything he could.
"My name is Keilen Creath... but you already knew that, didn't you, ma'am?" He asked the hag across from him. Keilen simply smiled at her, no hint of malice within his eyes or the soft lines of his face. He quietly grasped his walking stick and dipped his head with a very soft sigh as if it saddened him to remember his journey. "I'm... astray in the world, right now. I feel no kindred with those that I have spent my time with in the world. I am called "Elf" but my ears are not very sharp. I have been called "Human" though my hands are not as tough. To be truthful, I do not know what I am. My father once told me we are called "Andunian", but I do not know what this means. I grew up around Humans. I played with them, I learned beside them, but as I grew with them so did my curiosity. What it means to be Human is quite simple. To survive. To build. I learned their crafts and studied their architecture, but now that I am more traveled I visited my mother who lives with Elves. They looked upon me in curiosity, but those that knew of my true race frowned. As if I were not fully what I should have been."
Keilen took a deep breath and closed his eyes to listen to the soft flicker of flame of the candles around him. There was an odd peace in the unknown, he was coming to realize as he placed his hands from his walking stick to his lap. He had little possessions on his person, but he appeared happy in his travels.
"I'm looking for my next home." He said with a gentle tone. "But I don't know where I'll yet find it. I know little magic but I'm willing to learn more... and I've learned the bow and sword. I do not wish to fight but I will if I must. I... I plead with you, ma'am." Keilen opened his two-toned eyes and carefully poked his fingers through his purse, finding one last coin of gold to slide forward with a tremor to his hand.
"A direction of the wind is all that I ask for. I will be indebted to you if I find the path is true."
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