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?))
Iulius confidently sits in front of her and begins: "My name is Iulius, proud son of a great warrior named Marcus, which instilled me the values of a true warrior, and that died honorably in battle when I was nothing but a kid, 8 years ago." He says with a hint of nostalgia and pride, fixing his palm into a fist and pounding it on his chest. Then he continues: "From that moment, I swore that I'd have followed his path, becoming even greater than he was. I committed myself to a rigorous training, honing my body and mind with the goal of becoming the strongest, for 8 years I've trained and improved, and now I'll make my way into legend, no matter the cost!" He says, speaking with pride and determination, and a fiery look on his eyes. Then he relaxes, and says: "On my mission for strenght, I began traveling, looking for challenges and stronger foes, and that's what led me here. I've heard that someone is looking for people to join an expedition against some bandits. I could use it as way to improve."
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