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?))
Xilvyre pauses, glancing around the tent before slowly sitting down. "Alright... I'm not sure why you've been expecting me, but sure." She fidgets on the cushion a little as she gets comfortable, and hums a little before starting. "I come from a seed in Amathine, and grew up near the sea. Ever since I was younger I've loved being near the water and watching the fish, and I think I had set my mind on being a sailor by the time I was... 10 maybe?" Xilvyre shrugs, then continues. "Either way, my parents wanted me to be a bow maker like Pa is. So I spent a lot of my childhood learning wood carving and bow making, but I always kept sneaking out to go sit by the water to watch the fish, and sometimes even dived in to swim through the closer reefs. But now I use those skills I learned to build ships, so I guess it worked out." She smiles, and tilts her head a little. "Still think that it'd be fun to be a sailor though, maybe record all the different types of fish I see too."
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