Sabriel Yon was born in the High Kingdom of Idunia, raised in a quieter district not far from its more active trade routes. His family lived modestly, his parents working steady, practical trades that kept food on the table but never much more. Growing up, he was surrounded by structure and expectation. He spent much of his youth helping where he could, learning basic skills and keeping to himself more often than not. As he got older, Sabriel found himself restless, drawn less to routine and more to the idea of seeing what lay beyond the places he already knew. He wasn’t reckless about it, but the thought of staying in one place for the rest of his life began to feel… wrong. Eventually, he made the decision to leave, setting out from Idunia with little more than what he could carry and a vague idea of finding his own path. He doesn’t have a clear goal yet, just the determination to figure out who he is.
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.))
Sabriel stills in the doorway for a moment, the flickering candlelight catching in his eyes as he takes in the strange room. He steps forward slowly, boots quiet against the floor, and inclines his head slightly to the old woman. At her words, his brow tightens just a bit, but he doesn’t question it. “…I come from the High Kingdom of Idunia,” he says, voice low and even. He pulls the chair out and sits, one hand resting lightly against the worn wood. His gaze lingers on her a second longer than necessary. “I’ve left it behind, for now.” He exhales through his nose, glancing briefly toward the doorway before returning his attention to her. “There’s more beyond its walls than I’ve seen. I intend to find it.” His fingers tap once against the chair’s edge, thoughtful. “Work, coin, maybe something worth staying for… I’ll take what I can find.”
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