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.”
Kardain, not being a particularly verbose man, decided to keep it brief, without too much detail. "You can't tell everyone you meet all the secrets of your life, can you?" The tired mercenary began to answer the old witch.
"story... Just trying to make amends for the wrongs my father has done. nothing more," — Leul says rather tiredly, shifting his gaze from the old woman to his palms. The once rusty armour now gleams as if it was recently forged. But one thing remains unchanged, the blood that gets on that armour. Whoever does not wear this clan armour will not live a peaceful life.
The Kardain family has often been known for exemplary warriors as well as brutal badasses. Leul's father was one of the latter. After a series of crimes, Mr Avdesius Kardain was killed and the burden of blame fell on his descendant. Now Leul himself is not so different from his father. At first he served in the guard. But then, under the bad influences, he lost his way. He became a mercenary. He took part in raids. Leul himself realises he's long since abandoned the idea that drove him in the beginning.
Even so, there is no need to stop. If he wanted to restore his family's glorious name, he must do his best to clear his name. However, after a while, immersed in the flow of his thoughts, Kardain shifted his lifeless gaze back to the old woman. — "I, Leul Kardain, came here to do a job, to get back on my path. Nothing more, nothing less." - Kardain spoke, reviving a little.
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