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?))
Grimmal: "Very well my dear lady." He sits down on a nearby log on the ground, preparing to speak about his past which he keeps guarded.
“I was born in a poor family who had to fight for scraps, and I was the only child. We did not have much but I loved them dearly.”
As he says this, he looks deep into the night sky, his hands open and raised up toward the sky looking as if he's trying to catch the stars.
“My parents had sadly passed away in my teenage years which caused me deep sadness, but I on their death bed have promised them as their son to get hold of a position of power to which I can never lack any resource.” He closes his hands and looks toward the hag with a reminiscent gaze.
“Though my personal dream is to learn magic, if you wish to know why, I find magic so. . . Interesting, it attracts me, the ability to command the very mana around us, i find it compelling.” He says looking deeply into the candle’s fire.
“That seems to be everything of importance, why have you asked my dear lady? And how do you seem to know me?” He asks quizzically.
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