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?))
Grisham bows slightly to the elder and respectfully makes his way to the cushion, ensuring his tartan and cloak are not to hit any items near his path as he goes to sit. "My thanks to you, kind lady. My travels have been long, and the roads hard. I have returned to my homeland to reconnect with my family, namely my cousin Ser Victor Rorin-Tarus. I am Grisham. Our family name is an old and storied one, emerging well-blooded from the earliest days of Wars of Oren. Victor is said to have gone on a quest and I must find him." Nervously, he pulls his head down and forward, flicking his damp, supple hair back and out of his eyes. "Apologies, I must look worse for wear. As you may know, Bowie Adunians such as myself are something of a rolling stone, and I haven't been seen my home in many years. I have forgotten exactly the way to find it. However," he starts, affably, "what these lips could never forget is the sweet warmth of Adunian Whiskey. Praytell, do you have any to offer to a homesick friend?"
KidKrinkles, aka Victor Rorin-Tarus, is a friend and has given permission to use the family name as apart of my character's backstory.
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