"Oh, well uh…" Theovar says while dusting and himself off and taking a glance around and as he doesn't wish to dirty the place up any more. " Well, I left my home in order to make my own way in the world " said Theovar as he eyes the crone, and takes a seat on the grstured wooden stool". Theovar then states " I am from a mountain range far from here. Where many people scale the crags and rocky cliffs in order to make their living in the mines that ventilate the mountains". The old crone nods and gives an acknowledging "mmm". "So why have you traveled so far from home to a place far different from what you know?" Asked the old crone. Theovar thinks for a moment and begins, " Well, back home I grew up with 11 brothers and sisters and my Mother and Father. I grew up learning our trade, mining. Throughout my childhood I developed everything a Mountaintop miner would need to know. Climbing, endurance, strength, and a will to dig deeper (saying the last part with a halfhearted chuckle). I did that for years until I decided that Mining was not what I wanted for my life. I wanted adventure, this however, did not go over well with my family. My family name is that of a long history of miners and they saw me wanting to leave as a disgrace upon the family name with the rest of our village. So one night, I snuck out of the house with a few provisions and some coin I made from some side jobs, left a note explaining that I loved them all, but that the mines weren't for me and went down the mountain and followed the roads to place far from home. That's how I got here. Theovar then waited patiently for the old Crones response.
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