Galeiboef

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?))

"You've...you've been expecting me?" He says with a certain amount of shock and disbelief. "How can that be? I barely remember anything of myself, bar my name and even that I'm not sure about. Do you know who I am? How I came here?" Realising how panicked he must sound he attempted to compose himself and waited for the hag's answer, she clearly knew more about him.


Backstory: 

Growing up with his mother and no siblings at all, life had been relatively quiet at home for Gal. He'd never known his father and his mother always found one way or the other not to talk about him. One time she would say he simply went away to visit family, whom they also never visited, and he never came back. Another time she mentioned him going away on a business venture and disappearing and even another he was kidnapped by local ruffians. Many stories she told him throughout the years and many different ones it were. 
Reality was less kind to Gal and his mother, they were quite poor and it was just them two, nobody else to help if there was a difficult winter or harvest was plundered again. At around 12 years old he decided to stop asking and let his mother live with the idea of the stories she told him about his missing father. His mother however, as she always had, kept telling Gal how he was "meant for greater things, m'boy". He would sigh, smile and accept. 

Three years later there was a particularly harsh winter, combined by an equally bad harvest. Things became dire as Gal's mother became ill. She herself was convinced she was going to pass over and even Gal was getting very afraid. He prayed to the Father and held her hand tightly hours on end, she was all the family he'd ever known. At times he felt a slight tingling, a warmth coming from his hand and seemingly flowing into hers. He had never paid it much attention, it must've been because of clenching her hand so long and so tightly. When her health took a turn for the worse, she confessed that nothing of the stories she told him was true. At least, not entirely, each story had had some elements that had been true. She had decided to finally tell him the truth, he'd been the son of someone of importance. She didn't give him any names however, just "someone of importance". This was exactly why she had always said he'd be "made for greater things" and also why he looked rather different than the other Norlanders. 
He attempted to learn a bit more, but there was nothing the woman would share, his mother seemed to make her peace with passing into the afterlife. 

Next morning however, she seemed to be getting better and the morning after better still until she recovered. When spring broke, she told him it was time for him to leave her and to forge his own path. He'd long felt the pull of the world out there like so many youngsters had and he had decided to listen to her while also promising he'd be back on the regular. He packed some bags and ventured off into the world, aspiring to become a squire, or maybe a smith? With many dreams he ventured off into the distance, traveling and learning throughout the years up until this point. The point where Gal arrived at a swampy, dim town with very, very little memories of his past.